Même si les emcees m'aiment pour ma zik
In a tweaked out twilight I'll be kicking it while they sleep
Même si les emcees m'aiment pour ma zik
In a tweaked out twilight I'll be kicking it while they sleep
Yo something in the cosmos caught me off guard
And it got my head all spinning
Akin to venom, economy got me to dance to the wrong rhythm
Stopped wondering who would shoot a John Lennon because I'm innocent
Kick me in the throat and knock me down
Fill these lungs with smoke til they say I'm safe and sound
Rearrange clouds that make faces at me until I may say “wow”
I need a getaway vacation with a getaway rental car and some heavy medication
Either way, it's about 2008
And I'm about to break down and steadily losing my patience with you
You a little delusional, confused and used to it too simple with a truth like Crucible
Exclusive view from the back of the pews to the Jews in Jerusalem
Truthfully a two bit m**m youth in America with too much booze in him
And the proof of my muse is a useless unamused putain de cona**e de merde
The international crack who*es won't translate because they don't care
Either that or because she's not dead
And only I can see the way she grooves when she moves her head to my music
I've hung on to the clues as she loosens the thread and I lose it
In consciousness I've hit the snooze already ready for bed
Please bartender, tell me what the correct damage is
I've seen it written down now in two languages
My advantage is offering adjectives to starving savages at the lavish parties where they meet
But I've been moonlighting now as a writer (I think) waiting to peak
The landscape is decidingly bleak
So I'll be kicking a tweaked out twilight while they sleep
All the alarms were carefully ignored
You know sleep (no sleep) never sounded like this before
No sleep never sounded like this before
And along the floor bodies lay where bodies tour on no sleep
No sleep never sounded like this before
I want to be on the road with a bottle of Jack Daniels
And a backpack full of roman candles
But I'm not. I'm at home with a guitar hero
About to drink another rum and c**a cola cherry zero
I've seen smoke signals in moments of local insurgency
And America cloaked in urgency with US currency
Currently falling faster than the sky
I used to think that I was able to fly
Now I'm selling my dead grandmother's Ford Taurus
To repay the debt of a plane ticket I thought I could once afford
But I was overly confident because no matter how young I've learned that it's not safe to travel in times of war
Which I've certainly got inside of me and like Iraq it's bad for sure
It smells like somebody put oil in my heart and I'm just tap water to my core
You know sleep never sounded quite like this before