Vinny Crook$ - Narcolepsy lyrics

[Hook] Now Lord knows that i'm destined to be a winner If the preachers son smoking tonight then were all a sinner Never meant to make your daughter cry sorry Splinter I ain't getting caught up in the mix again Lord [Verse 1] Look, God forgive me I could never spell sober Couple homies in the Range Rover eyes glowing, like Nasir in Belly Bae blowing up my celly, making pit stops for Henny We on a mission for trouble bad b**hes and fetti My patna said "Is you ready?", as he gets his piece with the ski mask I thought rapping was my profession Momma said you a king, don't treat it like a peasant And the road to success is hard for me to exit Rhyming like '95 this my anti-depressant This gift is surely a blessing, like gods favor and protection And I still keep it G every day and night How you gone chase for cheese if you three blind mice They say stay in school, but my finance ain't ripe Thats why i'm about to hit this lick and get my money right, yup [Hook] Now Lord knows that i'm destined to be a winner If the preachers son smoking tonight then were all a sinner Never meant to make your daughter cry sorry Splinter I ain't getting caught up in the mix again Lord [Interlude] I try to, I try to stay neutral and discrete but I'm riding with the homies I try to do some dirt, but I keep dreaming for a come up It's like I got narcolepsy, ya feel me, I don't know though [Verse 2] Sometimes I look in the mirror and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself Moms is kicking in my door yelling get a job, make me proud Its like they don't care if I blow up, just get a stack for my intuition Bumping Aquemini, 3 Stacks had ya boy half twisted Liberation had me motivated, let me hit the stu bet i'll get it Rina was b**hing, hitting me up saying i'm unloyal and i'm selfish What are we if you can't learn to trust me you think i'm wealthy But f** it, pursue my career not for mo money like Damon Meet a b**h named Mercedes getting head in a Mercedes Blood sweat and tears no Raymond Hope I make it famous, keep my lines ill Like a AIDs patient, get my uncle out of jail Sporting my cadence, f** clocking in in hell [Hook] Now Lord knows that i'm destined to be a winner If the preachers son smoking tonight then were all a sinner Never meant to make your daughter cry sorry Splinter I ain't getting caught up in the mix again Lord I ain't getting caught up in the mix again Lord I ain't getting caught up in the mix again Lord I ain't getting caught up in the mix again Lord [Verse 3] Most of the time the truth ain't attentive And most of the time the lies get attention Throw a beat on, bust a valve from spilling my heart Composing art like Mozart, pop pilling to start Shallow dreams, empty feelings depart God willing, no patriarch just bad cards they dealt ya Say they felt ya I'm trying to build shelter from the shrapnel of burnt bridges The first lie ever told to me was from a preacher Have you ever seen real hollow tips bring a reaper Two heaters under two seaters with the reefer On the dash by the bible, from my teacher This world ain't a keeper, we undervalue freedom They say, but I see it as a blessing honestly And I promise to keep it honest honestly honesty Is what they love to see, say i'm rhyming for conscience But conscience don't make dollars and sense And if it don't make dollars it don't make sense [Outro] Demons on my ankles, angles grabbing my wrist Saying no, no, no, I need holy water to free my sins Probably get arthritis with the pen if I made a list The homies bent up with a Mac-11 in the Honda Civ Saying no, no, no, I need a venue so I can win I need to win, you can journey with my narcolepsy