N.E.S (Not Enough Sleep)

[Verse 1] I don’t think I’ll ever be able to regain the sleep I’ve lost Red eyes and all drowsy, gain naps and rest at any cost No energy, so tired like jet lag I’m gonna end up unhealthy Cracked lips, acne all around the face, weak bones and body Run downed old machine chugging farts stinking up the air Although young not enough water, exercise, sleep, and muscles Uncles be getting a few hours I be getting close under 8 hours But sleep times all messed up with weekdays and weekends Twisted knot in my stomach, fatigue of Sunday afternoons Each generation losing more sleep I should hibernate in a cocoon Hands and body sticky and painful even worse if I was sick Feels like anytime I could get a fever, all sweaty including pits I’m not really that deaf I just have a hard time to understand Suok may, sooner or later I’ll be blind more problems as an older man Wipe my mouth and lips with my hand to get that sticky residue off Hands, fingers, and nails pushing, engraving oil into my face and cheeks Meek little boy with stuff and issues all alone who’s gonna die young Nightmares feels so real, so scared, my dreams random never sweet Recently been remembering visions and moments from my dreams Run fast over hills, butt naked, friends are demons, painful schemes Scrunch my eyebrows super hard and try to shade away the light Desperate for a new day and new beginning but I’m losing this fight Cause of my ugly, go and arrive at someone’s house all very happy But something always goes terribly wrong, then hit the car all grumpy Nappy, splash me with ice cold water then I wake up cold and, or hot Dream journal and diary, yes I ain’t ordinary, loud yawns to the fullest Migraines and headaches all the time, I can’t focus during class Go take a shower and stay in there thinking and washing for 30 min Mist and moist on the mirrors, I shower so too long told by my kin Go to bed, but my hair all wet, hands and elbows block and holding In bed do the touching, one step to keep me out of my addiction Also to deal with that addiction I keep thinking about my future wife How I meet and be with my wife, good and bad, might live inside my head It’s my fantasy, la la land, not reality world, on Earth I should be dead Sometimes I go and do my business of my addiction to release the stress Then I feel somewhat better not really though, man my life is such a mess Sleep is a time where I am to rest my mind, but I can’t stop thinking Wild thoughts all over making me depressed, sad, and suicidal Work hard, no stopping, keep at it, let’s go, useless hash tags, wealth Face feels so numb, dull, hard, painful, and rough I always slap myself Always covering, wiping, and putting my hand on my face, fall down Stinky breath and breathe it, drink cup of water, I’m used to the frown I can’t smile too much or else it really hurts my face, what have I become I don’t know if I’m stressed or what, will the Lord please just come Uh, my ambition and passion all put into recycle what a waste Maybe this is the reason why I say all this desultory things, spit weird paste [Outro] Man I ain’t getting enough sleep Much less could I ever be a morning person Wanna be that healthy person I dreamed of and envisioned for the future This ain’t really a serious topic Wait no, it is Thank you for hearing me out Stargazer, let it all out