Danny Brown - Sleep lyrics

Laying here eyes wide television
Lights up the room
Like the moon in the nighttime
Minds on another daytime
Probably have that same thought until
The next sun shine
Watching time while I'm watching infomercials
Nothing else is on so I'm
Rolling up the purple
Hope it takes me straight to dreams 'cause
All I seem to have is nightmares
Waking up in cold sweat
Punching on the nightstand
Wish i could wake in a puddle of my drool
But when i fall asleep i see
Myself in a pool of blood
And whats fucked up is if ain't that
The sounds of gunshots are waking me up
Is it paranoia? tell me how? blocks so foul
That a nigga getting shot right now
So I roll with the chrone
Put 'em where Michael Jackson and
Say you are not alone
And I can't really call it
When you wanna take a shit and
Roaches crawling up out your toilet
When you looking out the window
It's snowing in august
If you rolling with the circle
Always looking like a target
So I'm always DOLO, call me anti-social
Unless it bisexual bitches that's bicoastal
Call me what you want, call me a motherfucker
'cause i do it for the kids
Here because of broke rubbers
Know it's so hard
Playing in the D you see nut dripping out
Of condoms hanging off of monkey bars
Nowhere to go
And outside sounds like the Saving
Private Ryan first scene audio
Yeah you hear the sirens, hear the shots echo
Soundtrack the violence when you
Open up your window
From where you can't blink and
All the madness in
The street won't let me get a wink

Please just let me sleep
'cause the sounds on the streets won't
Let me get a peep so i fall deep, but not
Falling six feet deep
So underneath the bed sheets where
I keep the heat streets won't let me chill
Every morning I'm awake
Gotta pop another pill
So hard to deal, living with this stress
Pressure won't let me rest

I'm just trying to catch the
Last letter in the alphabet
And what's outside might get a niggas numbers
Ain't gotta be summer in D, we got heat
Zero below got shit to melt your teeth
Body want to sleep but the
Mind's not ready yet
Thoughts tortured like a Vietnam vet
All the horror i endured during my adolescent
Got me dependent on these anti-depressant
From the highest rate of crime
Niggas talk murder but they
Wouldn't kill time
It sound good in your rhyme
'till your sitting in that car
In that funeral line
And theres tears in your eyes
Wearing all black
Can't do shit, so hard to fight back
'Cause you know your niggas ghosts
And I'mma sleep and still be having
Dreams about my nigga Louis
Telling me to stay cold
Then I await to blood running
Up out my stuffy nose
And it be so cold, that I be sweating
So much that it always have my braids wet