[Hook] (x2)
I need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried counting sheep
But there's one I always miss
Everyone says I'm getting down too low
Everyone says you just gotta let it go
[Verse 1]
I just got to let it go, I'm sick of counting sheep
Man I was so focused on the numbers that I can't seem to sleep
I've been losing it in the darkest nights of my life
And lately I been gravitating towards the sharpest parts of the knife
To slice my wrists until I can at least slumber in peace
I had my dreams set so high how can I under achieve?
I don't want to wake up one day thinking of what of could have of happened
If I would have had a real job instead of chasing rapping
Until I remember writing "My Town, My Times" on a napkin
At Steak N Shake in high school when everyone else was laughing
At me because I was white and had an African's pa**ion
For this music I do it so fluid like water pa**ing through it
Taking form of whatever container I'm placed in
Whether it's the top of the game or back down to the basement
That I started in, when I was writing songs for the art of it
The pa**ion that I had in my heart before I departed it
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Another Friday night that I'm sitting here all alone
In my zone nothing but a beat and a microphone
To keep me company while I'm battling insomnia
Talking to my demons telling 'em I'm on to ya
You're just trying to creep in my brain and contaminate me with self-doubt
I ain't talking about dinner when I'm taking myself out
I just want away from it all, don't know if I can go further
I close my eyes, hoping that I 'm waking up murdered
So I can escape all my problems and pressures
I forgot how live I guess I need a refresher
Sick of depression and sick of the second guessing
Myself any time I say something on a record
Because I don't know if I even believe in me
Trust no one because I whenever I do they end up leaving me
In the dirt I can't describe the hurt with my words
I only want to be asleep because being awake is even worst
[Hook](x2)