Sleepin by Samsa Lyrics
[Chorus: Atwood]
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight, they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
[Verse 1: Atwood]
See see I know that I'm the best one, best one
They talking picture too expensive they could never cop me
See see I think I got my flex on, flex on
They taking shots, I got my vest on, they never pop me
Who you think you really are, what a bad bitch
She ain't really fucking with you, she an actress
Putting words in your mouth, that's a Mad Lib
And I ain't really really really feeling passive
Who's been fucking with me, put this in the past tense
And I ain't sending at these rappers 'cause they bastards
Think I'm going insane, this is madness
She wanna fuck, boy, boy, where the axe is (Oh!)
My main bitch brain game Cambridge
I came in the whip, that's a lane switch
Amazing with this, you was basic (What?)
And I ain't really gotta say shit 'cause
All these rappers do the same shit
I don't think I got the patience
Looking at me like I'm crazy
Lord, I been praying
God please save me
(Ugh)
[Chorus: Atwood]
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight, they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
[Verse 2: Samsa]
I swear
Y'all are probably listening close
Like is Khan gonna hit you with multi-syllable flows?
Or is Khan gonna spit that super minimal prose
Bitch I'm the taste you can see like I'm cinnamon toast
Or is Khan gonna loogie those beautiful lyrics
About the wings of Cupid and women
And things like Jupiter's rings and the muses and spirits
And tombs and pyramids and Zeus and Artemis on cumulonimbus clouds on the dunes of Olympus?
Fuck no
Please remind me who is the illest
Y'all be tripping up on tracks you with the stupid Olympics
Did you forget the movement I been with, how stupid we bring it?
My rows of fans are throwing bands like they got puke on their fingers
Like yah
I got cats up in Cali yeah
I got cats up in Austin (Austin?)
I got cats from the Palisades
I got cats in Toronto
I got cats in the valley state
I got cats up in Boston
I got cats from the alleyway
Bitch, I got cats in Wisconsin
Now I'm killing this, no DJ
Shout out to Tocci, Grei, [?], Atwood, I'm flossing with OTJ
Flexing no protein shake
Flexing won't nothing change
You are the runners up, we are the protégés
[Chorus: Atwood]
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight, they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
See, I know that I'm the next one
I say goodnight... sleeping on me
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight, they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
[Verse 1: Atwood]
See see I know that I'm the best one, best one
They talking picture too expensive they could never cop me
See see I think I got my flex on, flex on
They taking shots, I got my vest on, they never pop me
Who you think you really are, what a bad bitch
She ain't really fucking with you, she an actress
Putting words in your mouth, that's a Mad Lib
And I ain't really really really feeling passive
Who's been fucking with me, put this in the past tense
And I ain't sending at these rappers 'cause they bastards
Think I'm going insane, this is madness
She wanna fuck, boy, boy, where the axe is (Oh!)
My main bitch brain game Cambridge
I came in the whip, that's a lane switch
Amazing with this, you was basic (What?)
And I ain't really gotta say shit 'cause
All these rappers do the same shit
I don't think I got the patience
Looking at me like I'm crazy
Lord, I been praying
God please save me
(Ugh)
[Chorus: Atwood]
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight, they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
[Verse 2: Samsa]
I swear
Y'all are probably listening close
Like is Khan gonna hit you with multi-syllable flows?
Or is Khan gonna spit that super minimal prose
Bitch I'm the taste you can see like I'm cinnamon toast
Or is Khan gonna loogie those beautiful lyrics
About the wings of Cupid and women
And things like Jupiter's rings and the muses and spirits
And tombs and pyramids and Zeus and Artemis on cumulonimbus clouds on the dunes of Olympus?
Fuck no
Please remind me who is the illest
Y'all be tripping up on tracks you with the stupid Olympics
Did you forget the movement I been with, how stupid we bring it?
My rows of fans are throwing bands like they got puke on their fingers
Like yah
I got cats up in Cali yeah
I got cats up in Austin (Austin?)
I got cats from the Palisades
I got cats in Toronto
I got cats in the valley state
I got cats up in Boston
I got cats from the alleyway
Bitch, I got cats in Wisconsin
Now I'm killing this, no DJ
Shout out to Tocci, Grei, [?], Atwood, I'm flossing with OTJ
Flexing no protein shake
Flexing won't nothing change
You are the runners up, we are the protégés
[Chorus: Atwood]
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight, they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the next one, next one
I say goodnight they need the rest, they been sleeping on me
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
I think I might be the best one, best one
No competition I be flexing on everybody
See, I know that I'm the next one
I say goodnight... sleeping on me