my fingers, Now she's gone, I'm sleeping with the light on, And sharks swim through my veins now, that she's gone, I'm sleeping with the light on. Heard
up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with
surroundings, underground and it's pounding, like pregnancies, with the expectancy of three times three, use my mental nine to climb like gladiator on wall, on
a plastic stream And in separate beds with a borrowed dream And with questions wide, the silence deep We take two pills so at last we'll sleep Oh why
land, in this unassuming reality When all the bodies fall will they shun the light And dust their feet on brittle stone And all this time is wasted on
don't plan on looking back on my old life I don't ever plan to rely on you Even if by chance everything should go wrong You'd come anyway and try
don't plan on looking back on my old life I don't ever plan to rely on you Even if by chance everything should go wrong You'd come anyway and try to
light creep irresistibly toward him. At the last moment he cloaked his body with his unpriestly robe and muttered what sounded like an oath as the light
I'll be here, I give my word, put my life on it Not sonically agreeable with ears, I'll be the vehicle We're transporting info not too simple but direct
was hard, I just begun 'Cause I'm a roll on the microphone And take control just like Al Capone I'm notorious, you're foolish if you sleep on me 'Cause
Can you find yourself in bright lights flashing Cover my eyes I'm feeling sick, I'm getting paranoid Find yourself With bright lights flashing Bright lights
out on a limb with each other. Did you ever think that we might end up out here? These are goodd times, sitting by the fireside. Put another log on so
I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be. ...
on the plate, Man Just a simple plan with a little bit of self discipline To, keep writing, keep spitting, keep em listening To keep on doing what I do
was hard, I just begun Cause I'm a roll on the microphone And take control just like Al Capone I'm notorious, you're foolish if you sleep on me Cause
like this... and they'd come with the rain on of course. a good gallon of reverb let loose on your personal truth, dark eared on the edge of your sleeping
