Can't sleep, so I'm up in the night
Running to the cupboard for the cup of the Sprite
Hunting for some grub, but there's nothing I like
So I head inside my head, where I got something to write
Dive in, start swimming around
Tread a couple thoughts, at the minimum drown
Avoid trying to sink, maybe spin it around
So I find a couple words with a similar sound
And start spitting 'em out, even ripping 'em out
Because it's hard sometimes just getting 'em out
Of this heart, some rhymes I be letting 'em out
But discard dumb lines without a second of doubt
And that's hard, you know like a rock
That's why all of my lines they rock!
Thinking if I tell 'em I'm blind they may stop
Trying to show me how they life is fine but they not
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Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting
Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting
And yeah I know, you're gonna kill me
You hate the things that I do, I'm sorry for you
And yeah I know, you want to kill me
But I'm sleeping six feet underneath–
And yeah I know, you're gonna kill me
You hate the things that I do, I'm sorry for you
And yeah I know, you want to kill me
But I'm sleeping six feet underneath–
And yeah I know, you're gonna kill me
You hate the things that I do, I'm sorry for you
And yeah I know, you want to kill me
But I'm sleeping six feet underneath the ground