SLEEPING AGAIN by S1lverballer Lyrics
PART 1 - Produced by S1lverballer
[Verse]
I wake up in the morning
Motivated to do something
I tell people I'm busy
But I feel like I'm just bluffing
Every day feels the same
Always say it'll change
But those words don't reach my brain
And I stick to doing nothing
It's like time froze
I'm hibernating man, my eyes closed
Time is money yeah but I'm broke
But why though
If I got all the time and the tools
And I got stuff to do
I’ll just head back to bed
So the next day can come through...
PART 2 - Produced by WaterRare
[Verse]
Yeah I roll up on the spot
See him running, let that bitch drop
Like a clip, empty
She gon' @ me and I don't respond
Nah, nah, nah
You spittin blood like it's Slipknot
You tryna go pop by popping pillies while I pop, pop, pop
Call me out 'cus I don't hip hop
My hip holds up to 3 Glocks
Firing sober, I don't drink shots
I seek spots then I sneak
Cops cannot see lots
Green dot on that cheek
Click then they hear shots
Try to seek me, I'm already gone
Clean kill on that tar- get (boom)
While you're shopping out at target
I'm out here spitting (yeah)
I don't need no concept
In fact, don't need no contest
Number one at constant
I ain't filled either
Pillow's stuffed with all your comments
I’ll wake up in the morning
Yeah, I had a good night
I ain’t no artist
I’m just-
Though I write shit down, it- sound fuckin’ flawless
Live in a sewer if these fuckers talk shit
I know these motherfucking words are buildin’ my own coffin
Stop it
[Verse]
I wake up in the morning
Motivated to do something
I tell people I'm busy
But I feel like I'm just bluffing
Every day feels the same
Always say it'll change
But those words don't reach my brain
And I stick to doing nothing
It's like time froze
I'm hibernating man, my eyes closed
Time is money yeah but I'm broke
But why though
If I got all the time and the tools
And I got stuff to do
I’ll just head back to bed
So the next day can come through...
PART 2 - Produced by WaterRare
[Verse]
Yeah I roll up on the spot
See him running, let that bitch drop
Like a clip, empty
She gon' @ me and I don't respond
Nah, nah, nah
You spittin blood like it's Slipknot
You tryna go pop by popping pillies while I pop, pop, pop
Call me out 'cus I don't hip hop
My hip holds up to 3 Glocks
Firing sober, I don't drink shots
I seek spots then I sneak
Cops cannot see lots
Green dot on that cheek
Click then they hear shots
Try to seek me, I'm already gone
Clean kill on that tar- get (boom)
While you're shopping out at target
I'm out here spitting (yeah)
I don't need no concept
In fact, don't need no contest
Number one at constant
I ain't filled either
Pillow's stuffed with all your comments
I’ll wake up in the morning
Yeah, I had a good night
I ain’t no artist
I’m just-
Though I write shit down, it- sound fuckin’ flawless
Live in a sewer if these fuckers talk shit
I know these motherfucking words are buildin’ my own coffin
Stop it