Fellow Insomniacs

Yea yea pssh whatever you're stupid
Aye up from a power nap this time energized
Turn clocks one hour back time is a lie
That ain't cocaine (cocaine) it's that vanilla sky
I play a cold game villainous and winterized
(Wise)
(You smart)
Yea if you can't see the truth through a sinners eyes
How you gonna provide proof when you pick a side
Incentivized so i set the pen afire
Rather be burned at the stake than be skinned alive
Either way i'll die a legend you ain't finna lie
(You ain't finna lie)
So give it up or fuck around make me send the guys
(Make me send the guys)
Better send some flowers before they in the skies
Kinda hard to swallow pride when it's in disguise
Shit they shooting up the laundromat bustin' out the Pontiac
To and from struggle bus chartering insomniacs
Trouble in the bubble of your cookie cutter cul-de-sac
Aye who or what you talking at
Where the fuck is Wanda at
Smudging up the vision getchu cludged with some artifacts
Never been a Tame One hardly even wanna rap
As long as i go harder and farther from where i started at
Snap back all facts i don't need [a starter cap] *to start to cap
I just want my legend status you can keep the autographs
Keep the rest in peace posts i don't need an audience
Insomniacs sudoku puzzles in pajama pants



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Writer(s): John Mcnaughton, Ryan Howell
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