paroles de chanson I Can't Go to Sleep - E-Man

I can't go to sleep
I can't

Been weighing heavy on my brain
As a kid, used to wanna be like Cain
At the crib, grip a cane
Swing at thangs, I'm coming clean
Foolish of thoughts, but pure at the heart
I grew older and changed
I wish I could explain my brain work mysterious ways
I think I'm deranged, a topic for another day
All that matter, wanna live another day
Brain scattered like I shot it
Can't focus on a topic
We'll be alright y'all I promise
Up all night tryna profit
Like a gun fight, I be poppin
I could tell you where I copped
Your style still a diluted copy
Gotta try me before they knock me
Know they spying, know they watching
I got eyes in different continent
Got more foresight than a prophet
I'm marinating in the pot
Don't gas me up, I know I got it
You could tell me that I'm saucin
But why we stating the obvious

I might take ya broad in broad day
Used to ball in SD just like a Padre
Shawty call me padre, word to your madre
Failed Spanish class, but my game deserve an A
They say they haven't heard of me, I make that change
E-Man getting paid out in the Bay
Still got family out in LA
You couldn't tell I rage, my restrain insane
Headband till my neck pain and brain migraine
I'm a ruler like Azula, know I keep that blue flame
Mastered every element, you can call me Ang
Spitting fire like Zuko, haters saying no he ain't

My name name backwards
You actors no longer factors
Put a E in front of the manual like a tranny that's standard
You get it?
I'll regret it, in these notes as I edit
These lyrics I spit, this written message at 2am
I can't go to sleep
Working morning, no time for breakfast
I can't go to eat
My mind lurk, it go to creep
I'm berserk, won't make a peep
I'm lowkey, won't notice me
The shine hurt
Why the sun approaching me?
Bring the dark... yeah
Young black pyromaniac
Bring the spark... yeah
Running with a match
I'm creeping up like a shark... yeah
Never getting tired
You just getting started
You think you got the juice but y'all be Cam and Collin

We pulled up to your area causing mad hysteria
My dogs in the pit going bull, yeah we terriers
Cats getting killed cuz they curious
Your homie cap getting peeled, now you furious
Can I be a mumble rap lyricist as an experiment?
Go both ways, you'll say music bicurious ha
Impossiblé, feeling like Amine
Need a Spice Girl in PJs that give me leeway
Always down to ride, even on the I-5 freeway at 5pm
A real friend, my friend
Getting real endz, my friend
Never in my feelings, my friend
Never in my feelings, my friend

If I had tears I'd cry for you
If I had fears I'd hide with you
But life's too short to live in cowardice
So imma pop out on my foes
Make that thang spray like showerhead cranked to cold
They be hating, intimidated
They already know that I could crack the code and got the recipe
They looking for pages and patiently waiting for me to cool off
I'm coming out of Vegas, I forever be hot
Already forgot
You have-nots have not reached my low
I switch up my flow, mix it up like Milo or Milo
However pronounced
I'm doper than a kilo or ounce
Whatever amount
As I'm watching all the people go out
I stay in the house and look through the peephole and count
Deceitful evil and bounce
I can't go to sleep
Yeah, aye
I can't go to sleep
I can't