Alexander Dreamer - Sleepwalkin' Lyrics

F*ck around here it'll drain ya'
I know some shit that'll change ya
F*ck around here it'll drain ya
All of my niggas in pain ya
All of my niggas want fame ya
Momma died at twenty na I cannot f*ckin' fail
Broke up wit' finessin' I don't need no f*ckin' help
I don't pray to God I put that pressure on myself
APC denim raw; that pressure on my belt
Turnin' twenty five and I'm not dead nor in a cell
Still can't trust these niggas I'm not givin' out my cell
I done seen some shit that I could never ever tell
Put that on my brothers we gone take that shit to hell
Nice
Gotta up my price
I don't need advice
I don't need advice
I'm nice
Gotta say it twice
Gotta up my price
I don't need advice
Told my girl I'm movin' out it's either never or it's now
We could wrap it up or you could prove to me you're down
When you stack it up I've got the tallest in the town
Always over do it gotta make my momma proud
Like to keep it blunt but keep it quiet cause it's loud
See them talkin' shit but I don't ever hear a sound
Runnin' like a faucet all this saucin' I could drown
This year I been clownin' bitch I don't know what a frown is
Nice
Gotta up my price
I don't need advice
I don't need advice
I'm nice
Gotta say it twice
Gotta up my price
I don't need advice
Let a nigga in his bag that's a bad choice
Christian combing through his faith that's a bad boy
You can see it in his face that's a mad boy
Couldn't get it; got it made, that's a rap boy
Let a nigga in his bag that's a bad choice
Christian combing through his faith that's a bad boy
You can see it in his face that's a mad boy
Couldn't get it; got it made, that's a trap boy
I know some shit that'll change ya
F*ck around here it'll drain ya
All of my niggas in pain ya
All of my niggas want fame ya
I know some shit that'll change ya
F*ck around here it'll drain ya
All of my niggas in pain ya
All of my niggas want fame ya
How high is too high?
It's the only way I feel alive
It's the only way I wanna die
Times I want to hold my mom and cry
Put that to the side
Gotta play my hand cause this is life
Ounces in the bag I gotta fly
Jumpin' when the junkies hit my line
My day job is a front
I show up late and smellin' like a skunk
Never give the people what they want
They'll think they can get it when they want
It's not that kind of vibe
I'm one of one I don't believe in time
If God is real at least show me a sign
Please kill all the demons in my mind