I don't even want the head
I don't even want the bread
I don't even want the led
I don't wanna go to bed
You know good and well my city ain't sleeping
2 AM and my beats are up and creaking
I've got Devyn on the tracks, Big Max too
I have all my bros we all have much to do
Paranoia in this bitch, deprivation too
Eyes half-open but we got something new
This is the final boarding call for Flight 0320
Departing from New York, final destination to Los Angeles
I don't even want it, I don't - I don't even want it
I don't even want it, I don't - I don't even want it
I don't even want the head
I don't even want the bread
I don't even want the led
I don't wanna go to bed
Sailors warning sky is red
Visions blurry - thank you meds
Check me out I'm in the creds
Brain alive - I'm feeling dead
Now I'm getting all the head
Now you know I'm getting bread
Now you know I got the led
Now it's time to go to bed
I don't even want it, I don't - I don't even want it
I don't even want it, I don't - I don't even want it
I don't even want it, I don't - I don't even want it
I don't even want it, I don't - I don't even want it
I don't even want the head
I don't even want the bread
I don't even want the led
I don't wanna go to bed
Lock them doors, turn the lights down low
You know I've got gold in this studio
Power on fire and the bass up too
Three new propositions, I can barely move
I've got the Brooklyn bitches power gliding up to my label
I gotta lock the doors so they faintly hear my fables
Got my game up, got my game on, bitch let's get it
Don't tuck me in, you know I gotta get it