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nightcrawla truyork - cant sleep lyrics

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momma i can’t sleep

at night

(i hear my angels callin’ callin me’
(the son of jerell)
this trouble got me stressin’ /
ain’t no time for second guessin’/
i’m miles away from heaven/
all i got is my weapon’/
real n-ggas and b-tch /
my word is my confession/
plus i told the preacher /
getting money’s mine profession/
cold as a jersey winter night
when its blizzard bound/
blood pressure risin’/
doc couldn’t get it down/
treading deep water is bound/
to make a n-gga drown/
can’t sleep i’m afraid to miss paper/
plus i’m afraid if i got to sleep/
i won’t wake up too many haters/
waiting for me to slip up/
m-ffle shots to the chest /
just to make me spit up/
mastermind n-gga/
too cold to catch shivers/
keep the best grade of weed/
best grade of liquor/
we modern day prophets/
and the word is my scripture/
as long as life flow through my lungs/
i won’t give up/

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momma i can’t sleep

the money callin
4 in the mornin’
when the people yawnin’
i’m still on it (look)
momma i can’t sleep at night
at night (i hear my angels callin callin me)
momma i can’t sleep at night
at night(i hear my angels callin callin me)

verse 2 (nightcrawla tru york)

gargoyle from the hard soil brooklyn/
you window shoppin’ -ss
n-ggas keep on lookin/
from coney island but
you might see me on putnam
might be on sutphin in queens
wit a mean rican’
no sleep so i live out
what i was supposed to be dreamin’
whoever thought that all this sh-t here
could c-m from some siemen/
i’m in the streets so often no time
to party on weekends/ i pray and
meditate do i still need to talk to the deacon/ father god father free me of my
haters/ i don’t wanna commit murda’
i’m just out to get this paper/
i don’t have no since of time/
to focus on the grind/ see
johnny cash i walk the line/
and god will cut you down/
me and hollywood in hollywood
wit’ squares in the luggage/
ever had so much money/
that you cool wit undercovers/
think i’m snitchin’ b-tch i’m gettin it/
most n-ggas ain’t ignorant/
i don’t never reminisce cuz that dont never get you sh-t/

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