Final of the week.
Final I will sleep.
I'll never sleep.
One level sleep.
Who is?
You.
Yo,
yo
Music from the streets, I can't sleep
I can't even dream of leaving this place
Playing four kips, back to 96
Rolling in jeeps, feel my bar
You * with me
Camels in white tee's and cane sweets
Young men, savages running the streets
We just wanted to fly like Dominique
You sweat it out if you understand
It's for me
I write low key,
love LOD Mr. Floppy sounds sick on the * beat
1-2-1-2 Knowledge Wiz,
go home with blood in the wallabies
We used to float among the clouds Dreaming of pens and PMVs
Or not waking up on Monday And waking up in my bed with three Lumis
Today I'm worried about what the * will happen tomorrow
And I don't like it, I need that damn money
I hope one day this will make us free, mama
The chosen one of the neighborhood,
focus on your * drama
And machito, more problems, don't you hear?
Change money for whatever, what's your problem?
And machito, more problems, don't you hear?
Change money for whatever, what's your problem?
And if I don't sleep, it's not because I'm sick
I just take care of the notebook that will make me eternal
Mr. from the underground like Chief Rocco
What you say,
not even your mouth believes it,
motherfucker
Sleep,
fall out to sleep,
fall out to sleep