[Verse 1]
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to regain the sleep I’ve lost
Red eyes and all drowsy, gain naps and rest at any cost
No energy, so tired like jet lag I’m gonna end up unhealthy
Cracked lips, acne all around the face, weak bones and body
Run downed old machine chugging farts stinking up the air
Although young not enough water, exercise, sleep, and muscles
Uncles be getting a few hours I be getting close under 8 hours
But sleep times all messed up with weekdays and weekends
Twisted knot in my stomach, fatigue of Sunday afternoons
Each generation losing more sleep I should hibernate in a cocoon
Hands and body sticky and painful even worse if I was sick
Feels like anytime I could get a fever, all sweaty including pits
I’m not really that deaf I just have a hard time to understand
Suok may, sooner or later I’ll be blind more problems as an older man
Wipe my mouth and lips with my hand to get that sticky residue off
Hands, fingers, and nails pushing, engraving oil into my face and cheeks
Meek little boy with stuff and issues all alone who’s gonna die young
Nightmares feels so real, so scared, my dreams random never sweet
Recently been remembering visions and moments from my dreams
Run fast over hills, butt naked, friends are demons, painful schemes
Scrunch my eyebrows super hard and try to shade away the light
Desperate for a new day and new beginning but I’m losing this fight
Cause of my ugly, go and arrive at someone’s house all very happy
But something always goes terribly wrong, then hit the car all grumpy
Nappy, splash me with ice cold water then I wake up cold and, or hot
Dream journal and diary, yes I ain’t ordinary, loud yawns to the fullest
Migraines and headaches all the time, I can’t focus during class
Go take a shower and stay in there thinking and washing for 30 min
Mist and moist on the mirrors, I shower so too long told by my kin
Go to bed, but my hair all wet, hands and elbows block and holding
In bed do the touching, one step to keep me out of my addiction
Also to deal with that addiction I keep thinking about my future wife
How I meet and be with my wife, good and bad, might live inside my head
It’s my fantasy, la la land, not reality world, on Earth I should be dead
Sometimes I go and do my business of my addiction to release the stress
Then I feel somewhat better not really though, man my life is such a mess
Sleep is a time where I am to rest my mind, but I can’t stop thinking
Wild thoughts all over making me depressed, sad, and suicidal
Work hard, no stopping, keep at it, let’s go, useless hash tags, wealth
Face feels so numb, dull, hard, painful, and rough I always slap myself
Always covering, wiping, and putting my hand on my face, fall down
Stinky breath and breathe it, drink cup of water, I’m used to the frown
I can’t smile too much or else it really hurts my face, what have I become
I don’t know if I’m stressed or what, will the Lord please just come
Uh, my ambition and passion all put into recycle what a waste
Maybe this is the reason why I say all this desultory things, spit weird paste
[Outro]
Man I ain’t getting enough sleep
Much less could I ever be a morning person
Wanna be that healthy person I dreamed of and envisioned for the future
This ain’t really a serious topic
Wait no, it is
Thank you for hearing me out
Stargazer, let it all out
