Lamar "Mars" Edwards - Go to Sleep lyrics

[Verse 1] I wipe the cool from my eye Stationed in Antarctica; coldest n***a alive Flow is Armageddon, might smite crows from the sky Before you drive you have to wipe locusts off your rides But I'm warming up, oceans is on the rise I be Ocean with 11 a**ociates on my side Colder than Chris Martin guitaring Would you look at all these spies But they can't see me, I took out their eyes Replace with some he's, so all they see is eh's But I will never run, not even if they cry See I can never fall, not even down their cheek But I will always bawl, let's see who the first to blink And I don't need no pa**words cause I don't need to cheat But you can say your last words, and you can rest in peace I'm the hook after your last verse I'm also like the beat But I will turn it down so you can go to sleep [Hook] So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Real n***as up again, phony n***as tucking in Now you can go to sleep, yes you can got to sleep Now you can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Official n***as on they job and you know we gonna ball Real n***as popping off, phony n***a nodding off [Verse 2] Insomniac since way back, see this is what I been like Baking eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight Getting up and going hard, I don't need no Enzyte Come across as very calm: mental state is Zen-like Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type Never will I drop a dime, never been the 10 type My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten right Mink is draggin' on the flo', fire in my windpipe You should come and clean up after the riots that I incite Things get off the handle, left behind a landfill Traffic at a standstill, stadium is fan-filled Fill this b**h up with fans you still won't blow my candle out My "can do" spirit's in the house And is possessing your possessions, did you hear it by the couch? Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet Cause I'm not a h*mo Won't drill no door hole I won't make a peep, so you can go to sleep [Hook] [Verse 3] I wipe the cold from my eye Then put it in my stove and hope that my dough rise And then my clothes dry, but I am so high I am sitting on the storm that I got soaked by Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie But you can sell it for em so here's you bow tie Now get ready to fall cause humans don't fly The boy in the balloon - see? I didn't go hide And I'm coming back to float again Close down all the opium but I had to O-P-EN They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins Time is all behind me, this make me feel old again Grandma's all around me, I can feel her soul within Hope my daddy over him; woke the roosters, woke the hens Everything's cashmere, count the sheep that you… If talk is cheap, then my silence is diamonds. Preach