Sleepless Nights

My life just feels surreal like a Salvador Dali People coming up to ask what I am on. Actually I'm just high on life, feeling great like Gatsby Can't believe I'm here, to be heard, like actually In the flesh, in the press, to my head, here I go Would've never guessed where I've been a year ago A year ago my laptop broke and I quit this A murderthon later, murdered every song; hit list While you were getting head, I was getting heads up Everyone I met told me I just need to step up It had me fronting. "Fuck it, I'm the next up!" Yeah, 'til I went and messed up (Fuck) Fuck, that made my chest hurt Figured I should just quit cos it only gets worse But it didn't, I recovered and I never felt better Standing with the talent, rapping "This guy's a show stealer!" But I'm quietly modest By the night I'm a savage and I write til the morning Then it's sleep til the evening, then I try to be Thomas Wrote my verse like a novel, I'm entirely honest I'm a nice guy. My verse is sickest No remorse if you're in it, got a nerve and I hit it Not allergic to winning but when serving my lyrics If the crowd is too big I prefer to be in it I wrote a song at Christmas that never got released cos I was close to suicide, like I had lost my freedom It was gonna be my last words, I think I called it 'Free Lunch' A white flag, a 'fuck it', before I unplugged me but I couldn't take my life and I'm happy that I didn't I imagine every night how it could be different Never imagined it like this, though, all these blessing I keep getting It's almost too much, but I'm thankful While you were getting head, I was getting heads up Everyone I met told me I just need to step up So I stepped up "I've had sleepless nights, filled with senseless fights"