Sleepy Lyrics

Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice

It's getting less frightening

Don't tell me to deal with my shit unless we have the money

I love advice, but most my life this shit requires money

I used to drive, the whole time, i had to deal with money

It almost killed me, so now they need more

Racing thoughts are taking off, tryna break my heart

Making paper's hard, my lady's gone

And I'm very often afraid to wrong, angry and sad lately

Art's the only aid i feel i have, tryna scab these scars

Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice

It's getting less frightening

(Love being alone in my head but it's lonely here. No one can hear!)

I don't need a beat, I need a point

Often write my bars before i even make a noise

Past me is far, I've been envious of that joy

Since i learned the world isn't the friendliest we could ploy

Sometimes i be done and just pennypinching with words

I don't want a girl it takes my freedom and it hurts

By freedom I am not meaning being with others

Just that i couldn't be homeless, or ugly around her

With my sad face, sharing nightmares where i die

Or how I'm scared to lose her to other guys

The whole world really wants me at my best i guess

No wonder there's no one to go to when i'm depressed

Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice

It's getting less frightening

(Love being alone in my head but it's lonely here. No one can hear!)