[Hook] I haven't slept in so long So long, I wish I could doze off I haven't slept in so long So long, I wish I could doze off I haven't slept in so long So long, I wish I could doze off I haven't slept in so long So long, so long...
[Verse 1: Accumental] I'm a somnolent insomniac with soporific sedatives in mind It seems these forty winks I'm never gonna find And so I'm pouring drinks. Man, I'm getting tired Exhausted, can't recall the last time that I saw the backside of my eyelids I need a nap, need to slumber, need an Ambien or something So drowsy, those around me pass a little judgement When I walk in, I be talking to myself I'm haunted by the poverty but taunted by the wealth And so I can't sleep! I lie awake and monitor my thoughts Which, in turn, keeps me up at night because there's not an on and off switch I'm never not pensive, got too much on my noggin Taking two more hits of chronic then I'll soothe you with a sonnet About how I'm largely jealous of narcoleptics Feeling narcotized and restless, playing Atari Tetris Playing my favorite records starting with Sgt. Pepper's Y'all been counting sheep while I been arguing with these shepherds, like...
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[Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] I often lie awake, close my eyes and try to fake it Roll from side to side hoping I can find my placement Kept from catching Zs by the firmness of these mattress springs I pack some weed, draw the curtains and ask for peace and quiet Blaze the bowl, though I ain't half asleep, I'm trying But the basement's cold, so wrapped in sheets I take a stroll To turn the furnace on and blast the heat until the room hot as lava Snooze not, word is bond, I brew pots of java Term's a groggy wordsmith, coffee pumps through his blood As sure as dawn'll surface, I'll be up when it does But see, dark circles 'neath my peepers Bump keys in the front seat of a Humvee My life is but a dream so I prefer to live it sleepless Mad cat when haven't had a cat nap Claptrap til the sun rise Mutter, utter mumbles lacking slumber, lacking shut-eye I get spiteful, entitled to the pain I feel On some reals, my REM cycle needs some training wheels I need a sleeping pill to see my pillowcase TK aims to dream beneath the Weeping Willow's shade I walk around at night, plastered, fighting with my liver Had some Vicodin for dinner and washed it down with NyQuil Need I confess, no rest for the wicked But these chickenheads give both breasts and a biscuit Just splattering my ink cause I haven't slept a wink So my mind is on the brink and I find it hard to think because...
I haven't slept in so long...
[Verse 3: Accumental] Some people say that I'm a genius; agreeable But lately I've been feeling more and more like Christian Bale in "The Machinist" Hella sleepless in Chicago, tuckered out Need to hunker down, so I've been searching for relief up in a bottle Yo, but nothing works, pacing back and forth until the sun emerges Another day, another coffee that I'm gonna purchase Pulling all-nighters, feeling drained in the back of the class Looking like Bane with my apnea mask I'm dopey and I'm sleepy and I'm grumpy, doc A pair of idle hands keep on feeding me another shot I should've passed out already but when I bow my head it shoots right up again I clutch a pen and use it when I'm having trouble snoozing What the fuck's a bed? Yo, to Ac, it's an illusion I've been stuck in neutral, yammering to cats about solutions To my late night, catch-22, mad stressed with a brew Man I just don't know what else I can do cause...
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