Saafir Light Sleeper Lyrics

Boxcar Sessions Track Listing
  • 1 Grab The Train
  • 2 Swig Of The Stew
  • 3 Poke Martian
  • 4 Playa Hayta
  • 5 Pee Wee
  • 6 Battle Drill
  • 7 Westside
  • 8 Worship The D
  • 9 Light Sleeper
  • 10 Rashinel
  • 11 Can-U-Feel-Me?
  • 12 No Return (Goin' Crazy)
  • 13 Big Nose
  • 14 Just Riden'
  • 15 Hype Shit
  • 16 Real Circus
  • 17 Bent
  • 18 The Instructor
  • 19 Joint Custody
  • I know I’m an emotionally disturbed
    Person
    People think I’m talkin’ to myself
    When i’m
    Rehearsin’ on the rhyme. a mass
    Productionist,
    A mass production matador, pan it
    More to
    The left, there you go. minimize the
    Synthe-sizer wiser when I wind up for
    The pitch, but I don’t pitch a bitch
    ’cause
    Sales get derailed and towed an
    Abundance
    Of cash. damn, I let it go. he was my man.
    I tried to trust him, but I busted him
    Twice
    In my trash can and I’m askin’. I don’t
    Need
    Psychology to see, the dichotomy in
    Me.
    Knew something was fishy, but i’m
    Better than
    Wishy washy or topsy turvy. it kinda
    Irked
    Me that I caught him sleepin’
    ’cause I try
    To be wide awake, but ye slows it
    Down
    So I can’t dilate and show that i’m
    Bigger
    Than that. but I also have to consider
    The fact that opposed to him not
    Being
    The right peeper, I’m a light sleeper

    So what does it mean when I reach
    Maturity
    And still see that I’m not the mayor of
    My
    Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.
    At least I have a swing and a few
    Things
    On my mind, it’s never a good nighty
    Night
    Just a rise ’n’ shine. why’s the rhyme
    So important. why do I have to be so
    Potent and blow the mic a flow
    Without
    Chokin’ - I don’t. I’m arrogant and
    Outspoken
    Mouth no token I’m just a roust about.
    I have a house and clout but I don’t
    Come tight
    But it’s routine since few fiend for true
    Hip-hop. it’s a trip when I drop my style
    And forget it and forget where I got it
    From and how I got ’em sprung
    ’cause i’m
    Stuck on myself and I depend on my
    Luck
    And wealth for health matters so i
    Don’t
    Explode with stress I’ll serve you an
    Elf
    Platter they’ll tell me my shit is fatter
    Than the first but I’m a light sleepin’
    Rapper in a hearst

    I don’t wear sarongs in my songs.
    I diss
    The skirts in verses an I used to
    Measure
    My demeters with clever panometers
    But
    I bounced like a pogo and I’m solo
    With
    The hobos. a nocturnal colonel in a
    Journal
    I put fly kids’ eyelids to rest a detour
    For deep sleep when I freak beats I snap
    Like a defective contraceptive and my
    Sleep
    Will be light, so you’ll know that i’m
    Tight Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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