Circadian Rhythm
Yeah, yeah
I hit the weed too hard
You sent an eight-minute voice note straight from the heart
I reply like, "Yeah, whatever
When can you come get your stuff?"
I need this shit out the crib, I think it's bringin' bad luck
Plug you in, now you lit, I pulled the plug, now you stuck
Dignity over a nut, wick-man all in the cut
How many doors did they shut? How many feathers they pluck?
Rap game like my sleepin' pattern
'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
Writin' they names on a list, baby
Seven day candles are lit, baby
Shout to Machine, he a Wick, baby
Problems are there to get fixed, baby
Send me somethin' from your trip, baby
Go invisible ink on them pics, baby
Wanna turn you to a housewife
And you never had to clean a dish, baby
Yeah, bae, just roll one up, yeah
How many quotes I wrote?
How much gold I struck? Ay
How many funeral dates they plan for me
And I dodged it like the truck? Yeah
Rap game like my sleepin' pattern
'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
I hit the weed too hard
You sent an eight-minute voice note straight from the heart
I reply like, "Yeah, whatever
When can you come get your stuff?"
I need this shit out the crib, I think it's bringin' bad luck
Plug you in, now you lit, I pulled the plug, now you stuck
Dignity over a nut, wick-man all in the cut
How many doors did they shut? How many feathers they pluck?
Rap game like my sleepin' pattern
'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
Writin' they names on a list, baby
Seven day candles are lit, baby
Shout to Machine, he a Wick, baby
Problems are there to get fixed, baby
Send me somethin' from your trip, baby
Go invisible ink on them pics, baby
Wanna turn you to a housewife
And you never had to clean a dish, baby
Yeah, bae, just roll one up, yeah
How many quotes I wrote?
How much gold I struck? Ay
How many funeral dates they plan for me
And I dodged it like the truck? Yeah
Rap game like my sleepin' pattern
'Cause how the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
Yeah, niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language
Niggas don't speak my language, yeah
How the fuck I'm still up?
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Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham
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