Sleep - Markis Precise, Mick Jenkins

I played the fool, removed the wool

Over my eyes, I wiped the drool

I was sleep… I was sleep

I like my coffee black as all her favorite movies

Never going back to jail, I say that loosely

Before the handcuffs, they’ll probably shoot me

I’m taking it back to '67 sped off in a two door

My notebook got me extra loose leaf

I’m in a function, fifteen minutes, then I chuck the deuces

Keep it raw, I’m on a roll, no sushi

Had to wrap my green and black, that avocado maki

The Parmesan will have you thinking that it’s time to Bruce Lee

But I am no Goofy, hell my horses niggas love to jockey

Flows too cold, needs no Zamboni, w already polished

We know th phonies using makeup and they switching stylists

Held up attacking, these niggas childish

We need them truly, call the academy, he acting all of that emotion

I call my shorty, she the only one who knew me

I played the fool, removed the wool

Over my eyes, I wiped the drool

I was sleep… I was sleep

I was sleeping