Drowsiness - Sterling Hayes, Chance The Rapper, Via Rosa

I see a lot of faces I don’t know

Stay the fuck away from me bro

I’m still crying of granny

All my niggas got Grammys

Y’all fell over bitches and club VIP, stay away from me

She can’t approach, I was lookin' lean

I’m really just tired of the lean

But I’m not sayin' I’m a nice guy

I see three fake niggas, nice try

Treat the one I love like shit

You can treat me the same way, it’s okay

We can fight everyday

But don’t walk away

It was all bad

I was in a deep, deep depression

At the time desperate for affection

And attention

I ain’t know mistakes were lessons

Born in a bad home

Family all drug addicts

Gimme a bible and finna take a stab at it

Money don’t make you happy

It ain’t got no value, I ain’t got value but…

If you smile I smile too

I’mma do some drugs I don’t know what else to do

Self righteous suicide

Self righteous suicide

How am I still alive

How am I still alive?

When you got a problem

And can’t nothing solve it

Grab a handgun and cock it

Aim it at your noggin

And Let it go (da na na na na)

Aim it at your noggin

Let it go (whoa)

Aim it at your noggin

I got too much power

You watch too much power

You smoke too much sour

Take a shower

I’m a boss like Bowser

Get it from my bro like Algea

Did it in a row like Algea, that’s nostalgia

Did it without ya, did it without ya

I call ya sofa cause so far

Youse a coucher, futon lounger

Send me a villain

Every episode you kenny krillin

Dying never doin' any killin'

Good riddance ain’t no Henny spillin'

Been Benny the Bull can’t pity the fool

Ain’t no room for improvement when Timmy a tool

You can send him to school

Read him Winnie the Pooh

You could lead the horse to water but can’t get in the pool

I wish all these niggas good luck

They gon' keep shooting they self in the foot

I made 35 J. J watt

I made 35 J. J whaaat

Give me something I can believe in

Steal my son and paint his face then call him Jesus

Track me down if I don’t deliver

Break my bone and call me a nigga

Don’t call me a nigga

Give me something I can believe in

Steal my son and paint his face then call him Jesus

Track me down if I don’t deliver

Break my back and call me a nigga

Don’t call me a nigga