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Light Sleeper Lyrics - Singles - Saafir

I know I'm an emotionally disturbed person 

People think I'm talkin' to myself 

When I'm rehearsin' on the rhyme 

A mass productionist, a mass production matador 

 

Pan it more to the left, there you go 

Minimize the synthesizer wiser when I wind up for the pitch 

But I don't pitch a bitch 'cause sales get derailed 

And towed an abundance of cash 

 

Damn, I let it go, he was my man 

I tried to trust him but I busted him twice 

In my trash can and I'm askin' I don't need 

Psychology to see the dichotomy in me 

 

Knew something was fishy but I'm better than 

Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it kinda irked 

Me that I caught him sleepin' 'cause I try 

To be wide awake but ye slows it down 

 

So I can't dilate and show that I'm bigger 

Than that but I also have to consider 

The fact that opposed to him not being 

The right peeper, I'm a light sleeper 

 

So what does it mean when I reach maturity 

And still see that I'm not the mayor of my 

Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu 

At least I have a swing and a few things 

 

On my mind, it's never a good nighty night 

Just a rise and shine, why's the rhyme so important 

Why do I have to be so potent 

And blow the mic a flow without chokin'? 

 

I don't, I'm arrogant and outspoken 

Mouth no token, I'm just a roust about 

I have a house and clout but I don't come tight 

But it's routine since few fiend for true 

 

Hip hop, it's a trip when I drop my style 

And forget it and forget where I got it from 

And how I got 'em sprung 'cause I'm 

Stuck on myself and I depend on my luck 

 

And wealth for health matters so I don't 

Explode with stress, I'll serve you an elf 

Platter, they'll tell me my shit is fatter 

Than the first but I'm a light sleepin', rapper in a hearst 

 

I don't wear sarongs in my songs, I diss 

The skirts in verses an I used to measure 

My demeters with clever panometers, but 

I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo with the hobos 

 

A nocturnal colonel in a journal 

I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a detour 

For deep sleep when I freak beats, I snap 

Like a defective contraceptive and my sleep 

Will be light, so you'll know that I'm tight 

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