Текст песни Sleep - Cole Myer

Real dark, go to sleep, melatonin, make you sleep
Ridin' around, Florida Jeep, Rocksteady, Georgia Steep
Spinning in the foreign, I got Kobe on my cleat
Work the nine to five, I'm on the deli gettin' meat

Got right back to clubbing, we was out, we mobbing in the street
FedEx hit that store last night, it was a riot on the street
And I looked right at my girl, and I said, girl, respectfully, I'm a rapper with no feelings like, girl, what you expect from me
I was down bad, prayed to God, and he said, I got you, my G
Then I took the G and ran cause he know I'm a fiend for free
I feel like I could rap for a hobby in my dream
Then we pulled across from Hobby Lobby, fighting clean with steam
Then I pulled up looking grimy, got the YB on my team
Always rocking gangs until your little homie gets a beam
When I race around the track, they call me fast like I'm a NASCAR
I look at my girl, and I say, girl, I am a Rockstar
I was wearin' chains and beatin' cars up with a crowbar
You was stuck in Good Will, I'm shoppin' in that Goyard
She gon' look at me and ask me, Cole, why you so mean
I'm gon' dance around the question till they call me Dancing Queen
Why you always throwin' fits and you just gotta make a scene
Why you always talkin' trash but you just cap behind a screen
Always bringin' up the worst, bro, I was just a teen
I was always buyin' tickets underage at a machine
Dressin' in my jackie, yes, my jackie made from jean
You was always lookin' tough until my homie broke yo spleen
I swear I could talk to you, but I'd just rather go to sleep
Close my eyes, I'm countin' money like it's one, two, three, four sheep
I was cleanin' up the kitchen, bro, you always gotta sweep
I just pour up in my cup, I'm screamin', rest in peace to peep
I remember back in eighth grade, we made it my zone
I just wanna look tough, I'm on the cover rollin' stone
You can call me Dollar King, I got this money on my throne
I can blow up right now, I wanna do it on my own

I'ma hit up the plug, he didn't pick up the phone
So now I got this kush, we photoshoppin' on the drone
Real dark, go to sleep, melatonin, make you sleep
Ridin' around, Florida Jeep, Rocksteady, Georgia Steep
Spinning in the foreign, I got Kobe on my cleat
Work the nine to five, I'm on the deli gettin' meat