no sleep

Lyrics
[Intro] I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna sleep, yeah ( Um-um ) I don't wanna sleep, yeah ( We're a— we're a study group ) Hello Kitty, hello I don't wanna sleep, yeah I don't wanna go to sleep, yeah I don't wanna— I don't wanna go to sleep, yeah, I don't wanna go to sleep [Chorus] I don't wanna think, yeah (Yeah) Said I'd rather just tell you what I mean, yeah (Chyeah) If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah (Eat) If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah I'm mixin' up the champagne Patrón and pills in my brain (Yeah) I don't wanna feel all my pain I feel the urge to go insane She wanna fuck my lil' brain But I don't trust her lil' game Christmas, yeah, you my baby Is it okay I make you crazy? But I don't wanna make you hate me We can take a load of pics, you my baby Diamonds on my wrist, go fuckin' crazy Lookin' up to me like I'm Lil Baby [Verse] Took me away from home Rap game put me in this shit, I was young I was just a listener, tryna hit the bong (What?) I can't let you inside my phone 'cause it might go wrong Yeah, it might just go the other way you want I don't want you to tell on me, make me feel weird (Woah) I'ma fuck your friend 'cause, yeah, really don't care (Yeah) I got Gucci on my PJs, I ain't playin' fair (Fair, yeah) Guap on my dick, bitch on my dick, yeah (I got) Grown hoes tryna figure out where I live (Guap) I was at Brentwood, now I'm in Florida (Guap) I just called Yhapo, you still my swudda Yeah, my swudda, Dior my sweater Do you wanna wear my motherfuckin' sweater? Real love, she in stilettoRed bottoms, Hello Kitty, hello [Bridge] Hello Kitty, hello Hello Kitty, hello Hello Kitty, hello Hello Kitty, hello Hello Kitty, hello, Hello Kitty, hello Hello Kitty, hello, know they tryna take me out [Chorus] I don't wanna think, yeah (Yeah) Said I'd rather just tell you what I mean, yeah (Chyeah) If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah (Eat) If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah I'm mixin' up the champagne Patrón and pills in my brain (Yeah) I don't wanna feel all my pain I feel the urge to go insane She wanna fuck my lil' brain But I don't trust her lil' game Christmas, yeah, you my baby Is it okay I make you crazy? But I don't wanna make you hate me We can take a load of pics, you my baby Diamonds on my wrist, go fuckin' crazy Lookin' up to me like I'm Lil Baby
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Credits
- Writers
- Nettspend
- cranes
- Producers
- cranes
- A&r
- Sesen Tsegab
- Nicole Wyskoarko
- Aaron “Dash” Sherrod
- Label
- Grade A Productions
- Interscope Records
- Phonographic Copyright ℗
- Grade A Productions
- Interscope Records
- Nettspend