Boldy James, Nicholas Craven - Power Nap lyrics

Sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite
Night night, nigga yeah, Mister Jackson

Extendo full of sleeping pills
It's similar to Seroquel
Stick look like a sway bar
Got big AR with the Ferris wheel
Wake your whole hood up
Let that drank sing you a lullaby
Man of few words, I know you heard I'm short
Cut and dry rock you straight to sleep
Make you think that we was in cahoots
He think it’s off the floor
But they gon' know soon as we smoke his boots
They tweeting, posting, "Get some rest
" need to get out the streets
And end up just like 'em
Spend the rest of your life counting sheep
God appointed me the shepherd
Top of the mountain peak
If I should die before I wake
Now lay me down to sleep
Left that nigga sound asleep
They marked him off a tardy
Six sleeping bags on the grass
It's a slumber party
Long live my brother Marty
I kept shit moving on but on some real shit
I ain't really slept since you been gone
Hundred rack racks in a trash bag
Look like I'm raking leaves
Brick of Sleeping Beauty
Plug half Black and Lebanese

Leaning off this six of Tris
I'm finna catch some Zs
Only thing I dread is getting
Raided by the F-E-Ds
Let my brother for them extra Gs
Drank got a nigga moving slow
Like I got special needs
Never needed niggas for shit
That was my expertise
Sandman, thousand pints in
We be selling sleep lemon lime bittersweet
Taste like a Sour Patch
Nodded out, tryna catch a wink
Took me a power nap

Get put under anesthesia, nigga
For sleeping on me
Get put in a permanent sleeper
Just for speaking on me think she know me
She had no idea I was a fuckin' creature
She asked me why do I drink lean
But having trouble sleeping?
It ain't no thing to let 'em hang
Hate to rub it in
Nigga play with Blocks and that's on gang
We gon' tuck 'em in
Pocket dialed his grandma
Left a voicemail message
Giving niggas eternal sleep
Make sure they well rested
Stock clip in this four feezy
I miss the old peach RIP to Sleepy Kodeine
When I turned fifteen the last
Time that I cried tears
We went from childhood dreams
To federal nightmares
Dozed off in a coupe off a four of maple
Cut so polluted
Should've came with a warning label
Woke up still smacked to a half-empty Faygo
And ten empty bottles of cough
Syrup on the table

Leaning off this six of Tris
I'm finna catch some Zs
Only thing I dread is getting
Raided by the F-E-Ds
Let my brother for them extra Gs
Drank got a nigga moving slow
Like I got special needs
Never needed niggas for shit
That was my expertise
Sandman, thousand pints in
We be selling sleep lemon lime bittersweet
Taste like a Sour Patch
Nodded out, tryna catch a wink
Took me a power nap igo to sleep
And I know you'll wake me in the morning
With a song you wrote for me