Insomnileptic Lyrics
| Song | Insomnileptic |
| Artist | BVA |
| Album | Be Very Aware |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : William Leigh | |
| (You don't seem right, son, there's something wrong...) | |
| [Verse 1: BVA] | |
| Am I awake yet? See me listening to CDs on a tape deck | |
| I can't hear no tune, so I break west | |
| Deranged insomniac that's also half narcoleptic | |
| I took the scenic route to skip where the path directed | |
| Who wrote the map? I don't trust nobody | |
| Employed paranoia to write half my flows for me | |
| Two-faced; secret screwed face so you: "Go, buddy!" | |
| Girls claim they don't like TLC, then they go scrubby | |
| I'm still yawnin', no beat, bring the porn in | |
| We brought the raw in, sing a new day is dawning | |
| Bacteria forming, it's human evolution | |
| Bring the solution whilst ducking under retribution | |
| Go and get some troops, then we'll have a word war | |
| I'll slay the first drawn and bring shame to your first born | |
| Write for meditation, speak just to bring some malice | |
| Roll with kings, but won't let none of us in the palace | |
| Wonderland; butt-plugged Alice, caught and ate the rabbit | |
| I'm only as strange as your opinion can manage | |
| Phallic imagination and I speak the narrative | |
| I think I must still be asleep, I better have a spliff | |
| [Verse 2: BVA] | |
| I'm waking up again, probably still dreaming | |
| Side effects still here, hear the pain and feel the screaming | |
| Tryna pack a bite, like a baby that’s still teething | |
| Bought a ticket for my sanity and said 'Winning', as the train's leaving | |
| Who the **** needs a reason? For we did it for the right ones | |
| Now I speak in fluent diarrhea whilst I write tons | |
| Came in for the fight with one glove that had holes in it | |
| Graff'd the bus up, then started the engine and took control of it | |
| Probably crash soon, steerin' clear of the white lumps and the black spoon | |
| Where they can't hear you like a vacuum | |
| Is that doom? | |
| Yeah, I've seen him coming, let's walk, don't start running | |
| In fact I feel weak, let's start bunning | |
| I arrive at the feast, with the animals and carnivores | |
| Queens on display, now I'm making her float like a carnival | |
| Won't leave till I'm full, I'll unnecessarily run lips | |
| Stuck my biggest finger in the scene cause I had that Worzel thumb-itch | |
| More than one glitch, definitely, I made out of dam wood and there's only hieroglyphics on my recipe | |
| Can't see the future so I'm tryna get the best of me | |
| I'll die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me |
| zuo qu : William Leigh | |
| You don' t seem right, son, there' s something wrong... | |
| Verse 1: BVA | |
| Am I awake yet? See me listening to CDs on a tape deck | |
| I can' t hear no tune, so I break west | |
| Deranged insomniac that' s also half narcoleptic | |
| I took the scenic route to skip where the path directed | |
| Who wrote the map? I don' t trust nobody | |
| Employed paranoia to write half my flows for me | |
| Twofaced secret screwed face so you: " Go, buddy!" | |
| Girls claim they don' t like TLC, then they go scrubby | |
| I' m still yawnin', no beat, bring the porn in | |
| We brought the raw in, sing a new day is dawning | |
| Bacteria forming, it' s human evolution | |
| Bring the solution whilst ducking under retribution | |
| Go and get some troops, then we' ll have a word war | |
| I' ll slay the first drawn and bring shame to your first born | |
| Write for meditation, speak just to bring some malice | |
| Roll with kings, but won' t let none of us in the palace | |
| Wonderland buttplugged Alice, caught and ate the rabbit | |
| I' m only as strange as your opinion can manage | |
| Phallic imagination and I speak the narrative | |
| I think I must still be asleep, I better have a spliff | |
| Verse 2: BVA | |
| I' m waking up again, probably still dreaming | |
| Side effects still here, hear the pain and feel the screaming | |
| Tryna pack a bite, like a baby that' s still teething | |
| Bought a ticket for my sanity and said ' Winning', as the train' s leaving | |
| Who the needs a reason? For we did it for the right ones | |
| Now I speak in fluent diarrhea whilst I write tons | |
| Came in for the fight with one glove that had holes in it | |
| Graff' d the bus up, then started the engine and took control of it | |
| Probably crash soon, steerin' clear of the white lumps and the black spoon | |
| Where they can' t hear you like a vacuum | |
| Is that doom? | |
| Yeah, I' ve seen him coming, let' s walk, don' t start running | |
| In fact I feel weak, let' s start bunning | |
| I arrive at the feast, with the animals and carnivores | |
| Queens on display, now I' m making her float like a carnival | |
| Won' t leave till I' m full, I' ll unnecessarily run lips | |
| Stuck my biggest finger in the scene cause I had that Worzel thumbitch | |
| More than one glitch, definitely, I made out of dam wood and there' s only hieroglyphics on my recipe | |
| Can' t see the future so I' m tryna get the best of me | |
| I' ll die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me |
| zuò qǔ : William Leigh | |
| You don' t seem right, son, there' s something wrong... | |
| Verse 1: BVA | |
| Am I awake yet? See me listening to CDs on a tape deck | |
| I can' t hear no tune, so I break west | |
| Deranged insomniac that' s also half narcoleptic | |
| I took the scenic route to skip where the path directed | |
| Who wrote the map? I don' t trust nobody | |
| Employed paranoia to write half my flows for me | |
| Twofaced secret screwed face so you: " Go, buddy!" | |
| Girls claim they don' t like TLC, then they go scrubby | |
| I' m still yawnin', no beat, bring the porn in | |
| We brought the raw in, sing a new day is dawning | |
| Bacteria forming, it' s human evolution | |
| Bring the solution whilst ducking under retribution | |
| Go and get some troops, then we' ll have a word war | |
| I' ll slay the first drawn and bring shame to your first born | |
| Write for meditation, speak just to bring some malice | |
| Roll with kings, but won' t let none of us in the palace | |
| Wonderland buttplugged Alice, caught and ate the rabbit | |
| I' m only as strange as your opinion can manage | |
| Phallic imagination and I speak the narrative | |
| I think I must still be asleep, I better have a spliff | |
| Verse 2: BVA | |
| I' m waking up again, probably still dreaming | |
| Side effects still here, hear the pain and feel the screaming | |
| Tryna pack a bite, like a baby that' s still teething | |
| Bought a ticket for my sanity and said ' Winning', as the train' s leaving | |
| Who the needs a reason? For we did it for the right ones | |
| Now I speak in fluent diarrhea whilst I write tons | |
| Came in for the fight with one glove that had holes in it | |
| Graff' d the bus up, then started the engine and took control of it | |
| Probably crash soon, steerin' clear of the white lumps and the black spoon | |
| Where they can' t hear you like a vacuum | |
| Is that doom? | |
| Yeah, I' ve seen him coming, let' s walk, don' t start running | |
| In fact I feel weak, let' s start bunning | |
| I arrive at the feast, with the animals and carnivores | |
| Queens on display, now I' m making her float like a carnival | |
| Won' t leave till I' m full, I' ll unnecessarily run lips | |
| Stuck my biggest finger in the scene cause I had that Worzel thumbitch | |
| More than one glitch, definitely, I made out of dam wood and there' s only hieroglyphics on my recipe | |
| Can' t see the future so I' m tryna get the best of me | |
| I' ll die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me |
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