Sleep

Album cover art for "Sleep" by Erick the Architect & Flatbush Zombies

Erick the Architect & Flatbush Zombies - Rap, New York Rap

Sleep

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[Verse 1: Juice] Caucasian iPhone, purple weed, r­edbone Hood rich, pimp shit, fas­t money, no slip Hemp paper, Bob Marley, Raw­ filters for the tip Take this, bag it up Bring it back like Christ, cuz All blue Chucks on Black tee, golds on Smash you in your red bottoms, suck it 'til your throat sore Smack it with my left hand, grab it with my right one All this damn pussy killin', man, I gotta smoke some All this damn pussy in here, damn, I gotta taste one The last call for alcohol And any young broad that wanna get involved With a psychiatric ward, nice dick and all You a big bitch, no chunky I like 'em nice slim things, Peggy Bundy Lick until that pussy drip (Drip), I'm on my grown man Sixty-nine be the shit, I'm on my freak now [Chorus: Meechy Darko, Meechy Darko & Juice, Erick Arc Elliott] 24/7, 365 Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I? Life is like a dice game, every day I'm rollin' Closest thing to Christ, man, I feel like I'm chosen 24/7 (7), 365 (5) Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I? Life is like a dice game, every day I'm rollin' Closest thing to Christ, man, I feel like I'm chosen [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Got the world in my palm, the universe at my toes The finest of the high grade reeking off my clothes Fuck a clock, time flies when you're gettin' high Money don't sleep, so tell me, why the fuck should I? The prefix, I ain't even in my fuckin' prime Black Adolf, genocide in every line Some women drop they clothes and they snort a line Wear a rubber, we don't fuck with them abortion lines Shall I say clinic? Niggas mimic And they follow, my chest hollow Drunk by myself, finished the whole bottle (Drunk by myself, finished the whole bottle) And shall I dwell on the nights I barely managed well? What's the difference, Hell or jail Kush make me parasail OGs on my sneakers O-Zs of the reefer Sky-high, you can't see us But you smell us through your speakers So Cobain, no heroin or cocaine Don't feel pain, so they call me Meech Novacane Love the camera, I take that b— Cannibalistic, I ate that bitch She labeled my dick her favorite Let me cum on her tongue, and she savor it Kill her pussy, never shed a tear I'm throwin' a sex party, panties on the chandelier Be humble, or you stumble I said be humble, or you gon' stumble They ask about death, I say I never fear it They ask about your music, I said I never hear it My heart was filled with darkness, just like my appearance, just like my appearance, uh [Chorus: Meechy Darko, Meechy Darko & Juice, Erick Arc Elliott] 24/7, 365 Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I? Life is like a dice game, every day I'm rollin' Closest thing to Christ, man, I feel like I'm chosen 24/7 (7), 365 (5) Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I? Life is like a dice game, every day I'm rollin' Closest thing to Christ, man, I feel like I'm chosen [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] I say I'm sky high when I'm dreamin' dawg Another puff and I'm leanin' hard Make sure that it's in my cup Drink my drink till' my eyes are shut Give her the wood like Jenga Rapper and not a singer If I get the upper hand You get the middle finger Hella crystals, I like the way you shine Livin' my day to day but I feel like I'm wastin' time Alcoholic, bralwin', spoil it, fuck man whatever you call it Got it imported from her But shorty never call his number I rather feel her up Break her down and build her up Hurt your shorty's self esteem Cause she falls in love with lust It's a dirty life I try to wash my hands of it (My hands of it) Dirty dame frontin' but my man's love it I never buy your shit Unless you know the broad That's why I buy your shit Whenever I go abroad Whip out your callin' card I feel it comin' on I got ya freaky friends dancin' when this song is on [Chorus: Meechy Darko, Meechy Darko & Juice, Erick Arc Elliott] 24/7, 365 Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I? Life is like a dice game, every day I'm rollin' Closest thing to Christ, man, I feel like I'm chosen 24/7 (7), 365 (5) Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I? Life is like a dice game, every day I'm rollin' Closest thing to Christ, man, I feel like I'm chosen

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Credits

Writers
  • Meechy Darko
  • Zombie Juice
  • Erick the Architect