Sleepless

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T York

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People know I got good in my soul, in my characteristics
Almost come to blows with myself on a daily
Gunna' lead to some mischief
I could donate, a million to the hungry but it's still the ugly that sticks
Like batter to chicken strips
Then my switch flipped, like the bounce on hydraulics, I'm sorry, lil' mama, I didn't mean to hurt
Didn't realize the damage I could do with words
I know there's no reparation in me writing this verse
Nor is there use, in drowning issues,  with the drugs and the drink
Cause that shit never works, tried and I tried I for sure made it worse
The love that we had's in the back of the hearse
Right next to my heart is it's plot in the dirt
I'm sorry I never could make this shit work
Yours truly, your friend, forever T York

Yeah, yours truly, your friend, forever T York

It's really been a minute
Since I've seen the sun
Really no rest for the wicked
Pour myself another gin and club
Baby girl, why you trippin'? I've been giving you all of this love
I'm tryna get this music thing poppin', maybe buy a crib in Inglewood
And they say hard work beats talent, But I'm not certain that it beats luck
Too many afraid to make a move on a risk, All it takes is for one to pay off
So I'm lobbin' to myself off the back, board
I got way too much drive to lay up
My confidence been at an all-time high
But on myself, maybe I've bet too much

Tired of the politics, commit arson on Parliament
I bet the mother of my first daughter look just like Harley Quinn
Probably into gnarly shit, I can't predict the future
But I've got a feeling, I stack a billion and call it quits
I've always wanted material things
Like a wrist full of diamonds that glitter and gleam
Couldn't tell me it was probably out of reach
When I dropped out of high school at seventeen
I was not ready for the real world yet, So I went back and graduated on time still
Now I just work to pay bills, And I work to pay bills
And I search for cheap thrills, Used to wonder why they would abuse the pain pills
A coping method for the days in and days out
Sometimes I find myself curious, How running from these demons through a minefield plays out

It's really been a minute
Since I've seen the sun
Really no rest for the wicked
Pour myself another gin and club
Baby girl, why you trippin'? I've been giving you all of this love
I'm tryna get this music thing poppin', maybe buy a crib in Inglewood
And they say hard work beats talent, But I'm not certain that it beats luck
Too many afraid to make a move on a risk, All it takes is for one to pay off
So I'm lobbin' to myself off the back, board
I got way too much drive to lay up
My confidence been at an all-time high
But on myself, maybe I've bet too much

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