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brain (lil dicky) - how can u sleep lyrics

[intro: lil d-cky]
ld
aka homicide
yes, homicide
ayy

[verse 1: lil d-cky]
og’s knew i had it poppin’ (woo, ayy)
ig lookin’ photoshopish (it’s lit, it’s real)
they just can’t take charge so they floppin’ (floppin’, a ref, i call them out, ayy)
new sh-t looking like it’s knockin’ (right?)
rap game, not a game, wasn’t broke so it’s cast off (arm)
really i been keepin’ sh-t a hunnid like the cubbie tryna close it with the fast ball (far)
i don’t even do this sh-t for money but they buyin’ it in droves like it’s half-off
if d-cky gotta show out there
you know he ’bout to show out there
rol on my arm (ayy)
russ on a farm (ayy)
this the new guard (ayy)
they put the boy on the jumbotron (why?)
just to pump up the crowd (ah)
at my ten year reunion (ewuh)
like look at me now
having good s-x on the reg
new tempur-pedic, my bed
all of my lawyers are black, sh-t is ironic as h-ll
but i guess that what happened when jews started rappin’
used to have turtles, no wonder i’m snappin’
used to commercial write, used to play madden
no wonder they let me do both for a bag
i was not in a frat, i have never conformed
did a 2000 cap, i had never performed
i ain’t takin’ no l’s (no)
f-ck what you sell (ah)
i barely pay for my drinks, doin’ well (ayy)
i tell ’em there is no need for the glitz (no)
i don’t need sparklers they know that i’m lit
i’m on top of the world, f-ck all these girls (ah)
i prefer momma to play with my curls (ah)
i can tell all of you rappers ain’t thorough (ah)
head hit the pillow and boom it’s tomorrow
but how can you sleep? (ew, ew)

[chorus: lil d-cky]
how can you sleep? (ew, ew)
how can you sleep? (gross, how?)
how can you sleep? (how? ew)
how can you sleep? (how? gross)
how can you sleep? (how? ew)
how can you sleep? (how? ew)
you still asleep
(game)

[verse 2: the game]
how many b-tch -ss rappers i gotta slap today?
put on worldstar even though q p-ssed away
pull a .38 out of my pocket and then c-ck it
leave a n-gg- on an island like he in castaway
c-ck strong since them old doc songs (thug life)
like a’ old pac song, outta my mind
the lights on, but i’m not home
somethin’ is wrong with me
i done brought six strippers from vegas home with me (six?)
trees by game, they gettin’ blown with me
facetime with karrueche, they on the phone with me
tell k good night, i’m hype, i might ignite (ayy)
plastic cups, promethazine and sprite
man i don’t really know who’s song this is
who’s weed i’m stealing or whose bong is this
and i don’t really give a f-ck ’cause i keep the ammo tucked and you can keep on swinging from my nuts (ewuh)
but don’t say i can’t rap like i’m not a rap god
like i won’t break your f-cking favorite rapper’s rap jaw
i don’t give a sh-t, big or tall, short or small
i’ll cut your d-ck off and sit it on trump’s wall (oh)
then spraypaint “f-ck the president” it’s evident
hip hop dead, and new n-gg-s irrelevant
different color braids, you n-gg-s stuck in the maze
ain’t grew up by a beach, just say you ridin’ a wave
man, i’m so glad that guwop out
and rap fans still give a f-ck what 2pac ’bout
i’m right here, i don’t give a f-ck who hop out
don’t let mark zuckerberg get you knocked out (me?)
and don’t try me over ig
don’t try to be subliminal and get it by me
i’m a criminal, i’ll leave you hooked to a iv
next to jimmy iovine over hood sh-t, but-

[verse 3: lil d-cky]
we could start with rap sh-t
i ain’t never lost at that sh-t
let me clear it up, proactive
i could walk up in this motherf-cker looking everybody dead up in the eye, like we can rap for that sh-t
you’ll get embarrased
i’ll be in paris, don’t compare us
flow the rarest
got b-tches in the bed room, over sharing
got an aussie and a brit like i’m going with sharon
so apparent, heir apparent
but i don’t want it next
someone tell complex it ain’t complex
and what you lookin’ at is now like a timex
i am checked the on now off the clock like colin powell
i’m really adamant, you’re really adequate
i’m really p-ssionate, i’m billy madison (yah)
i’m the motherf-cking graduate
twenty ten with a pen, i didn’t plan this sh-t
my plan legit, i m-n-scripted it
it was living by the candle stick
but for the plaques i had to mantle it (woah)
all my friends thought d-cky was a joke
now they tryin’ to see a show (ah)
now they out of breath, tryna speak good (ah)
i remember everyone that didn’t think i could (ah)
every publicist who thought that i was mocking hoods
look who tryin’ to stoppin’ jerk
look who tryin’ to rap now
i don’t even f-ck with you (nah)
if what’s done is done, how come i ain’t done with you? (whoa)
and if it’s f-cking done, come on how dumb is you?
let me get another tissue
i’ll be crying ’till the f-cking bank pull that card again
from charlamagne to busta, game, to puff, to sway, questlove, t-pain, to snoop, two chainz, it’s all the same
ain’t no debate, they know who fake, they know who great
you don’t know your place (no)
cameras around me, they don’t know your place (oh)
shooters around me ’cause i entertain (oh)
i got ’em shootin’ they movie (yah)
i could meet a b-tch on a tuesday
girls come to me
don’t got jewelry
don’t feel bad when i bust in my jacuzzi
don’t eat -ss but it still be lookin’ juicy (woah)
front page, coming at you like a newsie
hoes didn’t choose me, now i’m choosing
now i got a j-p on knees like sushi (ewuh)
lil’ d-ck got vert, no uzi (hah)
i might just pop that coochie, bruh
og’s knew i had it poppin’
how can you sleep? ew (ew)
how can you sleep?

- brain lil dicky lyrics

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