40 Winks

40 Winks - Jonwayne I can feel my dreams Crossing into daylight You know the warm breath of summer nights Can kill a playwright It's either play nice to live long Or die short to live on They tell each other stories But we know who wore a clip-on Scribbled in their wig While tripping shit up in a wigwam Kicking cans and basses While these candy-asses grip on But you don't speak for knowledge You have problems you should listen to But this is just your way of sidestepping Aw, you're miserable Look, I can't tell you shit I just regurgitate my worth in here Maybe to the clever one You percolate the Earth in here I don't have the answers I'm just swaying to the breeze out here Dying in the shade These sons are tryna get a raise from you But when exactly does complacency Become a purgatory? Stories from one thousand dull men Is one story Yeah, I read it every day, read it every night I speak word for word when I kill the light Stay up out my game and out my vision Get up out my lane and out my business I can feel the fade with my religion Waking up like "God, do I forgive 'em?" Eating good and sleeping well my wishes 40 winks now can I get a witness? Throwing in the towel You should get your cap and flippers on You don't need to tell me What I already been tripping on I can see for days what I need to say You been sleep for days; you been in your way I don't need to do a damn thing You been dancing 'round your fade—a damn shame You been making declarations And some paper airplanes Where's the work? Where's the album? Where's the tour? Why you babbling on twitter 'bout some problems That you never had before? What's the outcome of your static? Or the— Hat to your rabbit? Or the— Plans to become more than a fragment of a habit? You've been gone for too long I've been taking care of things I've been working (In your dreams) I've been working ON my dreams! I've been collecting my things From the hair of these people Who didn't take me for serious I'm serious, delirious You need to sit on down 'Fore I stand you up What must I do right To get you to shut (up)? Stay up out my game and out my vision Get up out my lane and out my business I can feel the fade with my religion Waking up like "God, do I forgive 'em?" Eating good and sleeping well my wishes I got — big dreams Suitable for a king, I mean Suitable for a suit and team Suitable for a sleeping man? Yeah, I was catching Z's Your dreams were catching hands You know 'the fuck I mean Like you're the fucking man? Like you're so righteous, man? Like all you do is plan? You know your angel and your devil And they're holding hands They've been in bed since you Were dozing off that promised land But I'm back with a vengeance Also, can I get a witness? 40, 40, 40 winks on my wishlist But I'm here awake Went from good to great When I rock the tape Never rocked the bells But I rock a face Spit a fifth of blood I block out the shade Put my Pachelbel (Yeah) out the way Blasting anybody from out my way It's like: how I'm ill? Lemme count the ways Lemme count the bills. Lemme cut the cake Lemme cut the cord. Lemme strike a chord Lemme show you rappers how a mic is held And you writers how a rhyme is dealt All you trappers walk 'round with Trapper Keepers I'm not just words Watch me cut and serve I'm a fucking king With vernacular Stay up out my game and out my vision Get up out my lane and out my business I can feel the fade with my religion Waking up like "God, do I forgive 'em?" Eating good and sleeping well my wishes 40 winks now can I get a-