No Pillow Talk

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Daniel Young] All I could hear was the sound of sleep Like I was surrounded by MC's that got me counting sheep The drowsiness was deep, laid out on a Sealy Posturepedic Each night I get to sleep on 'em with hypoallergenic sheets I search for the Ventolin whenever she needs See I've been resting, and everything else In between the bedsprings and putting together Ikea shelves Do it yourself, the outlet out there, out the vent Look around and there's something missing How we still got white man making all of these decisions? The system, it is what it isn't, the equilibrium isn't where it needs to sit Took some time for me to see that I have had the privilege But I hope I get to live to see the shift next to the Z Giving my stream of consciousness a rinse Any minute and it's back to sleep, not the way it has to be [Chorus: Flu & Daniel Young] But this ain't pillow talk Nah, more like back to basics Jottin thesis on Posturepedic No blanket statement Scratching at them bed bugs Know what I'm sayin'? But this ain't pillow talk Nah, more like back to basics Jottin thesis on Posturepedic No blanket statement Scratching at them bed bugs Know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 2: Flu] And all I could hear was the sound of sleep Like I'm surrounded by MC's got me counting sheeps Batten the hatches down, here comes the wind of change Rappers found a whole sad clown carousel Image gained baggage, hound rewards are minimal Never gather round a circle jerk talent Should balance out, but rarely match amounts on them bank accounts Coming up, your freedom could be taken when that gavel sounds Stay out my business like, "What you sellin' pal?" Come with bars that are harder to get than Xanax now But I simplified the approach on this one Barefoot to gravel mounds, thick skin formed the callous soul A haggard louse, sample of my insight Sounds random how I pick lines, place them in spots Throw you off like horses on a battleground Spooked by the charge of your foes, aim those arrows proud Darken the sky, stubborn and anti, what's happening or custom walking under ashy clouds [Chorus: Flu & Daniel Young] But this ain't pillow talk Nah, more like back to basics Jottin thesis on Posturepedic No blanket statement Scratching at them bed bugs Know what I'm sayin'? But this ain't pillow talk Nah, more like back to basics Jottin thesis on Posturepedic No blanket statement Scratching at them bed bugs Know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 3: Daniel Young] All I could hear was the sound of sleep Like I was surrounded by MC's that got me counting sheep The drowsiness still deep When I'm peeling back the sheets in the AM, it's time The morning has arrived Had to look that mirror in the eye and realize I'm male, middle class and white, I am not the minority Which means that my insight has gotta be with its limits Short-sighted, wipe off the Windex and check yourself Can't know what it's like being anyone else We can only imagine But when you open those eyes and see it for how it happens to be Might make ya wanna look the other way Not how it has to be You ever think about, "What if that was me?" Or you not give a fuck, no love on a mattress, back to sleep