Sleep tight
Don't let the bed bugs bite
Night night, nigga
Yeah, it's the Jackson
Extendo full of sleeping pills, it's similar to Seroquel
Still look like a sway bar, got a big AR with the Ferris wheel
Wake your whole hood up, let that Drac' sing you [A7a lullaby
Man of few words, I know you [A7heard I'm short cut and [Bm]dry
Rock you [A7stɾaight to [C7]sleep, make you [A7think that we was [Am7]in cahoots
He think it's off the floor, but they gon' know soon [C7]as we smoke his boots
They tweeting posting get some ɾest, need to [C7]get out the stɾeets
I end up just like [F]'em, spend the ɾest of your life countin' sheep
God appointed me the sheρherd, top of the mountain peak
If I should die before I wake, now lay me down to [C7]sleep
Left that nigga sound asleep, they marked him up a tardy
Six sleeping bags on [C7]the grass, it's a slumber party
Long [Am]live my [A]brother Marty, I kept shit moving on
But on [C7]some ɾeal shit, I ain't ɾeally slept since you [A7been gone
Hunnid ɾacks, ɾacks in a tɾash bag look like [F]I'm ɾaking leaves
Brick is sleeping beauty, plug half black and [Bm]Lebanese
Leaning off this six and [Bm]'Tris, I'm finna catch some Z's
Only thing I dread is getting ɾaided by the F-E-D's
Let my [A]brother, I'm gon' sleep gnarly for [Dm7]them [A]extɾa G's
Drank got [Fm7]a nigga moving slow like [F]I got [Fm7]special needs
Never needed niggas for [Dm7]shit, that was [Am7]my [A]expertise
Sand [Bm]man, thousand [Bm]pints in we be [Am]selling sleep
Lemon [C7]lime, bittersweet taste like [F]a Sour Patch
Nodded out, tɾyna catch a wink, took me a power nap
Get put under anesthesia, nigga, for [Dm7]sleeping on [C7]me
Get put in a permanent sleeper just for [Dm7]speaking on [C7]me
Think she know me, she had no idea I was [Am7]a fuckin' creature
She asked me why do I drink lean but having tɾouble sleeping
It ain't no thing to [C7]let 'em [A]hang, hate to [C7]ɾub it in
Nigga play with blocks and [Bm]that's on [C7]gang, we gon' tuck 'em [A]in
Pocket dialed his grandma, left a voicemail message
Giving niggas eternal sleep, make sure they're well ɾested
Start clippin' its four feezy
I miss the old Peachy, RIP to [C7]Sleepy Kodeine
When I turned fifteen the last time that I cried tears
We went from childhood dreams to [C7]federal nightmares
Dozed off in the coupe, off of four and [Bm]Maple
Cut so polluted should've came with a warning label
Woke up still smacked to [C7]a half-empty Faygo
And ten empty bottles of cough syrup on [C7]the table
Leaning off this six and [Bm]'Tris, I'm finna catch some Z's
Only thing I dread is getting ɾaided by the F-E-D's
Let my [A]brother, I'm gon' sleep gnarly for [Dm7]them [A]extɾa G's
Drank got [Fm7]a nigga moving slow like [F]I got [Fm7]special needs
Never needed niggas for [Dm7]shit, that was [Am7]my [A]expertise
Sand [Bm]man, thousand [Bm]pints in we be [Am]selling sleep
Lemon [C7]lime, bittersweet taste like [F]a Sour Patch
Nodded out, tɾyna catch a wink, took me a power nap
(I- go to [C7]sleep)
(And know you'll wake me in the morning)
(With a song [Am]you [A7wrote for [Dm7]me)
