Lyrics Light Sleeper - 137

Left late but I wish she stayed
'Cause I like the games that our hips did play
But I, know that I gotta go my way
'Cause I know I gotta keep the Piper paid

All the waiting, and the pain
Not complaining, I'm just saying
Don't think everybody is built for it
In the bank of art I'm no counterfeit
And I'll tell you right now
'Bout the fruit you bit
It's a dubious meal so do watch your shh
Hear footsteps and I am not pacing
Popped the pill of life and the art was the lacing
Now I feel my heart is really palpitating
And I can feel upon my tongue it's color I'm tasting
Oh my, I'm really feeling loopy
Peering at my dog and she looks like Snoopy

Knowing all the days may appear as dreary
And flesh may be weary but my eyes ain't droopy

Oh my
Oh my
Said shawty know it's go time
Go time
Bout to hit em with the closed Sign

This that do not disturb

Gotta be focused while we working on the curves

Oh girl I swear you sway me
What I gotta do to call you baby
She serving them looks so crazy
Shawty been on 10 no maybe yeah
You my kryptonite but save me
Yeah
These days you love then hate me
Bro said don't let no female change me
She the only one posting me one the daily
If I die
Knock on wood
If i die
She better say
I was the realist one alive
Wanna kiss again before I reach the sky
She a bad bad need to testify

But I really know better
She don't give no effort
I ain't finna go go get her
Spirit told me no pressure
Abundance on your header
A Real nigga trigger but I will not pull the lever
All these hoes
Want the cheat code
Better let me know
That we've been bold
That's we've been cold
If need something true
let me know
I'm really done with all these episode

Left late but I wish she stayed
'Cause I like the games that our hips did play
But I, know that I gotta go my way
'Cause I know I gotta keep the Piper paid

Sleep light 'cause I know my sins
If I sleep tight then the Reaper wins
And I know my path's not done
My sand's got a little more to run

Riding in my fleshly morgue as a limousine
Feeling all the ridges of the automatic's magazine
And I know a lot of people may not get all that I mean
But I hope at least they smile when they see me paint a scene

The bitter correlation is the more you get sicker
The more you have to have your finger hover round the trigger

Boom clap
Spirit intact
Lately these days I just want to get back
To the person that I was
The one that didn't hate the club
I would steady cop a dub
have a baddie roll It up
Then She turned into my everything
Yeah my everything
Grim reaper hovering
It's a murder thing
Put me in coffin
Me shawty done talking
I ain't even done bossing
And my greatness just walked in
Yeah I may have been addicted
But my paradigm shifted
Only listen to the mystics
But I'm still gonna miss yo cherry lipstick
And It's really crazy for me
Rerun the episodes let the cycle repeat
Peace

Left late but I wish she stayed
'Cause I like the games that our hips did play
But I, know that I gotta go my way
'Cause I know I gotta keep the Piper paid