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Buck 65

Genres: Hip-Hop

Sleep Apnoea Lyrics - Buck 65

[spoken]: 

In my darkness 

I speak now upon this object of nature 

And now upon that 

And find it impossible to soothe my restless head 

However much I wish it 

This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep 

 

(Buck 65): 

I haven't slept, sleep being the cousin of death 

And as I lay there awake at night there wasn't a breath 

That exited my body that didn't coincide 

With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside 

Boy Scouts have had their way with my stomach 

And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle 

I simply can't imagine living on the moon 

Hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon 

 

(Buck 65): 

Prosthetic throwing arm, isn't it fantastic? 

I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket 

It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel 

Like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel 

I don't know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven 

All I know is that I'm afraid to read my horoscope 

It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell 

I'd give up my next life if I thought that it would help 

I don't wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep 

'cause most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people 

That haven't been able to make me stop feeling 

Like demons are hiding behind the walls and in the ceiling 

My catcher always told me you can't hit what you can't see 

Your absence actually aggravates my fancy 

And my own stubble tickles me and irritates my sensitive skin 

I'm surprised at how uninventive I've been 

I'm frozen, but my mind's made up and I've chosen 

To lock the door behind the next person that goes in 

Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks 

And on my trusty little halo over my head, and so it's getting rusty 

I've been poked by so many fingers 

That getting poked by fingers don't bother me no mo' 

I feel like a jellyfish, uncephalized, uncivilized 

Unspecified, unspecialized 

Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me 

Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance 

Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me 

Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance