Nine - Sleeping At Last

Yeah Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Uh-huh, yeah You way too fine to waste time That's why you never on pause when we on FaceTime And them niggas be mad 'cause they can't get you Bitches like, "Damn, why that nigga even with you?" Tell 'em mind they business, touch they nose They mad I treat you like a queen and not a ho Real niggas do real things And don't compare me to your ex 'cause we not the same, yeah I got a lil' more drip with a whole lot of dick Take way more trips, blow a bag at the strip, yeah And I'ma make it right back Show you how to get your own, I know you like that, yeah You way too fine to waste time That's why you never on pause when we on FaceTime And them niggas be mad 'cause they can't get you Bitches like, "Damn, why that nigga even with you?" Tell 'em mind they business, touch they nose They mad I treat you like a queen and not a ho Real niggas do real things And don't compare me to your ex 'cause we not the same, yeah I got a question, do you really fuck with me? All my old hoes said they really fuck with me Even though they tried, I know they ain't fuck with me I ain't worried 'bout your ex 'cause he can't fuck with me, yeah, yeah Young nigga really from the block I'ma keep it real, I ain't gon' stop Keep that shit a bun, that's just what I'm gon' do Never catch me lacking 'cause I know they want you, yeah Never catch me lacking 'cause I know they want you Say you never catch me lacking 'cause I know they want you Okay, I'm from the city where it's no trust Bitches tripping over niggas that won't show up She watch his Snap every night to see him go up She like, "Damn, when this fuckboy gon' grow up?" He got you looking for love in all the wrong places She fell in love but she feeling like a replacement Give that boy a problem but you know he can't take it Now you fully dressed but you feeling real naked All you need is a lil' bit of love Post a couple pictures, bet they wanna be us Never give them hoes shit to talk about 'Cause they gon' talk any way, them hoes be talking now I'm a motherfucker, they gon' tell you all type of shit Same hoes in my phone tryna eat a nigga dick Same hoes couldn't help when I ain't really have shit I ain't worried 'bout them hoes I'm only worried 'bout my bitch, that's why You way too fine to waste time That's why you never on pause when we on FaceTime And them niggas be mad 'cause they can't get you Bitches like, "Damn, why that nigga even with you?" Tell 'em mind they business, touch they nose They mad I treat you like a queen and not a ho Real niggas do real things And don't compare me to your ex 'cause we not the same, yeah I got a lil' more drip with a whole lot of dick Take way more trips, blow a bag at the strip, yeah And I'ma make it right back Show you how to get your own, I know you like that, yeah You way too fine to waste time That's why you never on pause when we on FaceTime And them niggas be mad 'cause they can't get you Bitches like, "Damn, why that nigga even with you?"

I should have listened to her, so hard to keep control We kept on eating, but our bloated belly's still not full She gave us all she had but we went and took some more Can't seem to shut her legs, our mother nature is a whore I got my propaganda, I got revisionism I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism Hypnotic sound of sirens echoing through the street The cocking of the rifles, the marching of the feet You see your world on fire, don't try to act surprised We did just what you told us Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies I got my propaganda, I got revisionism I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism All bruised and broken, bleeding She asked to take my hand I turned, just keep on walking But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance I'm sure you'll understand I got my propaganda, I got revisionism I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism

Run Crawl through the holes in the evidence Where evil has taken up residence No faith in what red and white will say Then save the truth for a rainy day Fall through the cracks with a casualty And freedom's thrown out with morality Become a soldier for the controller (Or level 'til you beat the game) Are you listening through the whispering? Is it sinking in? 'Cause it's sickening Will you take the pain while you suffocate? 'Cause you know something is creeping in the dark Run A call to survivors has just come through Resist the zombie, they'll make of you Call off a life, blow the storm away Don't save the truth for a rainy day Are you listening through the whispering? Is it sinking in? 'Cause it's sickening Will you take the pain while you suffocate? 'Cause you know something is creeping in the dark In the dark (something is creeping) The dark In the dark (something is creeping) There is no next level, all access denied Ignorance is past-tense, game over (you died) Become a soldier, defy the controller (Or level 'til you beat the game) Are you listening through the whispering? Is it sinking in? 'Cause it's sickening Will you take the pain while you suffocate? 'Cause you know something is creeping in the dark Are you listening through the whispering? Is it sinking in? 'Cause it's sickening Will you take the pain while you suffocate? 'Cause you know something is creeping in the dark In the dark (something is creeping) The dark In the dark Run Don't save the truth for a rainy day

(Welcome Beats) (oh yea) (Ain't taking nothing from you) (Yea, but you took a lot from me) Sitting here staring at your picture with a slight grin Even though you hate me I know you'll let me fuck again Them soul ties got you stuck again And I ain't never been in love But I swear to God I wanna love again Serious issues, do you need some tissues? You hate talking to the only nigga that can fix you You say, "I got some growing up to do, I just wanna fuck with you" Feeling like I'm stuck with you Won't toot your horn or blow your flute Them rainy nights can turn into some sunny days Random sex can temporarily take this pain away Majornine to these hoes but you call me bae And that's only when you fucking with me Tell me if you fucking with me Pussy that ain't nothing to me I just need some help We be focused on everybody and everything but our self You so hurt you don't know how to love And you don't give a fuck But self-respect won't let you, let just any nigga fuck I'm mad I feel like turning up, fuck the world without a glove Room full of demons I'm still fighting, I ain't giving up Tell me if this real enough and look me in my eyes Even though Ion know what I'm doing, damn at least a nigga tried And I ain't never tell you lies I'm too G for that Them soul ties will leave you heartless ain't no keeping that And I ain't never tell you lies I'm too G for that Them soul ties will leave you heartless ain't no keeping that That's why I'm Sitting here staring at them pictures with a slight grin Even though you hate me I know you'll let me fuck again Them soul ties got you stuck again And I ain't never been in love But I swear to god I wanna love again Serious issues, do you need some tissues? You hate talking to the only nigga that can fix you You say, "I got some growing up to do, I just wanna fuck with you" Feeling like I'm stuck with you Won't toot your horn or blow your flute Them rainy nights can turn into some sunny days Random sex can temporarily take this pain away Majornine to the world but you call me bae And that's only when you fucking with me Tell me if you fucking with me Pussy that ain't nothing to me I just need some help We be focused on everybody and everything but our self You so hurt you don't know how to love And you don't give a fuck But self-respect won't let, you let just any nigga fuck I'm mad I feel like turning up, fuck the world without a glove Room full of demons I'm still fighting, I ain't giving up Tell me if this real enough and look me in my eyes Even though I don't know what I'm doing, but damn at least a nigga tried And I ain't never tell you lies I'm too G for that Them soul ties will leave you heartless, ain't no keeping that And I ain't never tell you lies I'm too G for that Them soul ties will leave you heartless, ain't no keeping that, yea

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour