467/8

every night, can't sleep
roll up, get lit
can't quit, count sheep
like four six seven

every night, can't sleep
wake up, repeat
roll up, count sheep
like four six seven

it's been a while, since i was tired,
put my head down, my mind's inspired
by all these thoughts that keep me circlin, like
(four six seven)

that was a lie, cos I've been tired for months
but I close my eyes, and empathize with
paint left to dry on a wall
or a koala bear forced to stay up, through the fall
(four six seven)

see I've tried it all
podcasts and playlists
I prayed to God and like six other deities
no coffee, just gin and some sprite
and the whiskey I drank, I drank straight with no ice
smoking good every night
smoking good every night
only this could keep me out of my mind
goin out of my mind

every night, can't sleep
roll up, get lit
can't quit, count sheep
like four six seven

four hundred and sixty seven days straight
I got fucked up every single night
I feel like that shit speaks for itself
yeah.

it's been a while, since I got faded
took a good look in the back of my eyelids
couldn't find it, my mind it somehow

it's been a while, and these days
I roll over on my dreams they
wake me, but at least I'm not
that hazy anymore

every night can't sleep
hole up, toxic
i quit, can't quit
like four six seven

eight days eight days
a daze a daze
eight days a week I was with myself
eight days a week I was with myself
eight days
haze too thick I still breathe in, I don't seek my health
I just keep myself dazed, eight days a week I was with myself
eight days a week i was with myself