I wanna go to sleep, but I keep goin,
Just so my raps can keep on flowin.
I know I'm goin crazy, in the nut house,
But I'm not stayin wuit like no mouse.
This is what..1...2...3..fouth song today.
My mom says, "Your going crazy DJ"
My reply, "No. I am just addicted to writing."
"That is my political form of fighting"
My version of combinding, uniting.
Is just what I say in my raps when I'm writing.
That aint right? So! This just may be dispiting,
But I'm still here. Still rappin like an MC.
Oh shit! Four letters, four words! yay me!
Sorry. Outta control. Stayin up will make you see,
That sometimes sleeping can be key.
Oh I think the rap's go from MC to OG,
I wonder how that works? Hmmm....mystery.
Now yall are probably askin whats this about?
I dont honestly know. Myself, I'm in and out.
This now that I think about it, this song's a first,
That has not quenched my thirst!
Just writin down whatever's in the head,
So forgive me if sometthin racist is said.
They say when you sleep, your body's resting.
But really, the energy is just re-investing.
Like my music. It just keeps on besting.
I'm good when I'm tired, just like now.
Thats one thing bout myself. Idk how
I can perfect my rhymes but I've done it alot of times.
While this is in my head, I want everone,
To memorize what I said when I'm done.
Everybody is perfect at being themselves,
But could also be stupid by puttin themselves on the shelves.
I'm tired. I wanna go to bed. Sleepy as hell.
Oh shit. I think my mind just fell.
Crap! I am officially outta my rap!
Well I think I am done.
I think I had my little bit of fun.
I'm goin to bed. Yall remember what I said!
I get hired, I get fired,
And know I'm sleepy. I'm tired.
I get hired, I get fired,
And know I'm sleepy. I'm tired.