Intro:
They say that sleep, is the cousin of death
But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech
Chorus:
They say that sleep, is the cousin of death
But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech
I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less
Give me your all, I want the loving, no less
Verse 1:
In this life of sin
Keep a cheeky grin
A few gold rings
Iced out like a rink
Heart on my sleeve
Dick in my hand
Even when in deep
Still getting these bands
Late hours
I be getting too antsy
Give me my flowers
Savage like Randy
This ain't no cameo
I ain't doing no candy
Concrete like patios
Art coming like Banksy
I'll move mountains for you
Just let me in
If you allow me to
I can really be him
Chorus:
They say that sleep, is the cousin of death
But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech
I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less
Give me your all, I want the loving, no less
Verse 2:
And I'm leaning
And I'm geeking
Watch frozen
Her eyes rolling
Give me the word, I'm sliding
Give her the word, she's riding
I love her touch, puts me at ease
She's soaking, when I touch and tease
Seeking peace, sanity
On my knees, clarity
Rozay Bel Air, on the side, on hold
Chain looking like a rattle snake, stone cold
Put the beer on hold
I had 2 tokes of that cali
And it's making me fold
Bridge:
The finer things in this life
All comes with a price
Don't have to tell me twice
All the stuff that we entice
The finer things in this life
All comes with a price
Don't have to tell me twice
All the stuff that we entice
Chorus:
They say that sleep, is the cousin of death
But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech
I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less
Give me your all, I want the loving, no less
They say that sleep, is the cousin of death
But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech
I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less
Give me your all, I want the loving, no less