Light Sleeper Lyrics by Saafir

Light Sleeper Lyrics

    I know i'm an emotionally disturbed
    Person
    People think i'm talkin' to myself
    When i'm
    Rehearsin' on the rhyme. a mass
    Productionist,
    A mass production matador, pan it
    More to
    The left, there you go. minimize the
    Synthe-sizer wiser when i wind up for
    The pitch, but i don't pitch a bitch
    'cause
    Sales get derailed and towed an
    Abundance
    Of cash. damn, i let it go. he was my man.
    I tried to trust him, but i busted him
    Twice
    In my trash can and i'm askin'. i don't
    Need
    Psychology to see, the dichotomy in
    Me.
    Knew something was fishy, but i'm
    Better than
    Wishy washy or topsy turvy. it kinda
    Irked
    Me that i caught him sleepin'
    'cause i try
    To be wide awake, but ye slows it
    Down
    So i can't dilate and show that i'm
    Bigger
    Than that. but i also have to consider
    The fact that opposed to him not
    Being
    The right peeper, i'm a light sleeper

    So what does it mean when i reach
    Maturity
    And still see that i'm not the mayor of
    My
    Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.
    At least i have a swing and a few
    Things
    On my mind, it's never a good nighty
    Night
    Just a rise 'n' shine. why's the rhyme
    So important. why do i have to be so
    Potent and blow the mic a flow
    Without
    Chokin' - i don't. i'm arrogant and
    Outspoken
    Mouth no token i'm just a roust about.
    I have a house and clout but i don't
    Come tight
    But it's routine since few fiend for true
    Hip-hop. it's a trip when i drop my style
    And forget it and forget where i got it
    From and how i got 'em sprung
    'cause i'm
    Stuck on myself and i depend on my
    Luck
    And wealth for health matters so i
    Don't
    Explode with stress i'll serve you an
    Elf
    Platter they'll tell me my shit is fatter
    Than the first but i'm a light sleepin'
    Rapper in a hearst

    I don't wear sarongs in my songs.
    I diss
    The skirts in verses an i used to
    Measure
    My demeters with clever panometers
    But
    I bounced like a pogo and i'm solo
    With
    The hobos. a nocturnal colonel in a
    Journal
    I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a detour
    For deep sleep when i freak beats i snap
    Like a defective contraceptive and my
    Sleep
    Will be light, so you'll know that i'm
    Tight

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