Sandman

Mr. Sandman
Why can't you see?
What I can see
Jump into my reality
Bad nights run over
Roses and clover
What can I do to fit?
I'm done being poser

Sleep walk, I should probably detox
Run late I don't need clocks
You can see my wingspan talking to the mic stand
Homie I don't need friends
Longer than your lifespan
You can catch these hands
Homie I don't make plans
Gimme all of your bands
And I'll leave you in the sand
You don't waste my time and we'll be alright

Smoking with the team
Smoking weed inside
Always stay inside and we cooking every night
Cooking every night
We just stay inside
Cooking every night
We just stay inside
Broads in your area, they hit you trying to smoke
I ain't trying to Jerry ya I'm just trying to smoke
I ain't merry Jerry yeah I ain't trying to smoke
But times looking scarier they painted by the stroke

Slap you on the barrier I'm just trying to smoke
Help me out bro
I ain't trying to carry you
The bitch is trying to toke and the broad's in the area
In the area

Bitch ain't bout no drama
Homie he be trippin' and bitch made commas
Homie I be sippin' and the bitches never listen
And you make your own system then
There's bitches kissing bitches and see who's the bigger man
Homie I don't see moves
Rapping like your face red
Showed up at the shows and your face blue
You ain't even make enough bread yo

Mr. Sandman
Why can't you see?
What I can see
Jump into my reality
Bad nights run over
Roses and clover
What can I do to fit?
I'm done being poser

Some days I'm feeling free
Some days I'm stuck in this dream
Not understanding my reality
Everything confuses me, so
I pretend that life
Is a fairy tale land
I go exploring in the forest
So no one can perceive me



Credits
Writer(s): Gracie King
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