It’s Late

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(Intro)
Wake up

(Verse 1)
My sleep is broken
So now I've woken up to wake the morning up
So it can open up
Tell me secrets until I'm woke enough
I rest less, because I'm restless
I royal rumble on the bed set, my babe is upset
I asked the net if I was crazy and it said “Yes!”
And it began to stress
How it's messy how I refuse to rest
‘cause it's suppose to to do best
I always seem to do this
I’m up at half past three, if I'm lucky it's
Quarter-to-six
My eyes wide open
Like i’m holding them up with toothpicks
I always do this
My dreams aren’t even lucid
So all this sleeping’s really seeming useless
I pull the charger out my neck
At thirty five percent
And then regret it later in the day
Because i’m fucking stupid
It’s not that I don’t really value sleep enough
It’s just that tweny four hours
Just doesn’t fucking seem enough
And so it keeps me up
Until i reach the stuff
I’m busy dreaming of
I’ll probably pass out before i put my arms out

(Chorus)
I told them stop sleeping on Lwansta
So i lead by example
Little did i know sleep deprivation is harmful

I told them stop sleeping on Lwansta
So i lead by example
Little did i know sleep deprivation is harmful

(Verse 2)
My sleep is broken
I’m lying on my back now
I’m listening to the silence in the background
I pull my laptop out
Do my googles
And Google says to put my laptop down
Like it’s the reason I’m up right now
But it’s the reason my sleeping patterns are upside down
Like I didn’t just try to work myself till I pass out
I think I slept for two or three hours
I must’ve lost count
These thoughts are so loud
It’s almost four now
My eyes opened up at three
Ironically, the longer I sleep
The further from the dream I seem to be
So this anxiety always crawling inside of me is sweet
‘cause it reminds me
It’s always fucking reminding me
That I’m not even close to
Being this person I’m trying to be
But I don’t even feel like I’m exhausted
And I don’t even force it
But when I start yawning I just ignore it
It’s almost like my body’s busy begging me to forfeit
It’s ironic ‘cause it wakes me from the dream to work towards it I’m thinking make up your mind
Over thinking most of the time

(Outro)
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