, don't sleep, don't dream in America Don't work, don't walk, don't wake in America Don't eat, don't sleep, don't dream in America Don't work, don't walk
Übersetzung: Amen. Ich schlafe nicht.
: I won't see you `till Christmas I breathe coal dust, I get blisters But the foreman he don't worry He say work boy there's no hurry Don't that big
that's hooked on A-C-I-D I can't go to sleep at night, I get hyped See you wanna dance with the devil in the holy light Wouldn't give a fuck if my records
heaven, I'd hike it Believe me Lord, I want you Got money and fame, and still it just won't do Sometimes I don't like who I am When I look in the mirror
girls throwin' head I ain't even touch dice I ain't trust Don King, how my trust Mike? I date bull daggers, ain't I don't trust Dykes Need a cleaner
I hope he glad for me, but that?s why when I see him I act mad funny, cause he a joke to me, don?t message, don?t call, don?t talk to me, it?s just me
, being buggy eyed shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don't shoot it, I roll with killers
Don't let it go slow down hold on Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it
last time I'm walkin; through yo doo' I be like super hyped She don't even know She be wantin' to go to sleep but I don't even wanna go I be on the couch
are like music to my ears ipod And than I hit the door, cause baby I got to go Oh yeah don't act like you don't know I know you've been through this
A quick little something can't get the back I don't know where I left my hand mirror, type of dilemmas will never hinder my jet living We just chilling so don't
pilot. That's why I sit... Damn bitch, chains give her... I'm at the window sky watching, Planning as usual, that's what I'm doing when I quiet, I can't
bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can
shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals
I'm passing sleeping cities Fading by degrees Not believing all I see to be so I'm flyin' over backyards Country homes and ranches Watching life between
I'm burger king, I represent that saint's sign, I'm so high I can paint signs, and if she ain't fine, she ain't mine, and thank god that I;m alive and
