Can’t Sleep at Night

[Intro: South Memphis Gangstas]
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn in my fucking bed
Oh my lord, what a strange thoughts going through my head?
I'm smoking on my gas I got my Glock out [?]
I can't get no rest cause I ain't got no dollars and no cents
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn in my fucking bed
Oh my lord, what a strange thoughts going through my head?
I'm smoking on my gas I got my Glock out [?]
I can't get no rest cause I ain't got no dollars and no cents

[Verse 1: Baker]
I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn with the living dead
Think I’ve smoked a thousand blunts, often all I see is red
I think I maybe need to take some time and self adjust
What's the need to rush when we'll all just end up in the dust
I'm holding by a thread, man this world got me fucked up
I just want some peace, need some sleep to get away from
All this bullshit, this bullshit I cannot take from the big bad bully
Take advantage of mе patience, me hatrеd
Walls that I grew up in to rob them zombies
They be out at tonight, they looking for that cracka rock
Was just a young boy in a craze of a trailer park
Always out at night with the fiends creeping in the dark
So misunderstood, tell me how am I expected
To live up to your standards when I only know rejection
Can't fit in anywhere, don't feel I'll ever be accepted
The struggle keeps on going, will I ever be respected?

[Sample: South Memphis Gangstas]
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn in my fucking bed
Oh my lord, what a strange thoughts going through my head?
I'm sleepin' on my gats I got my Glock out [?]
I can't get no rest cause I ain't got no dollars and no cents
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn in my fucking bed
Oh my lord, what a strange thoughts going through my head?
I'm sleepin' on my gats I got my Glock out [?]
I can't get no rest cause I ain't got no dollars and no cents

[Verse 2: Baker]
I can't sleep at night, it's like a fight when I just try to rest
Paranoid, my mind's a mess, I'm left with only hate and stress
Cut off to the world, isolated tryin' to find myself
Breaking through the silence it's the music, here to bring some help
Guided by the tone, no, never could be a clone
I travel this world alone with these problems, I fight my own
Yelling [?] staring at the ceiling, racing through my memories
Thinking to them days in my youth, it burns like 3rd degree
I grew up a screw up, the trailer park it threw up something darker in the making, in this mood I’m feeling stuck
Shit, I guess that's my luck
Mr. Downer once again, here to spill the bad news
I’m haded to a tail spin with a grin on my face
Laughing out a couple tears, man I hate this fucking place
Wishing I could disappear, yet I lay to waste
Every day burning up my lungs, counting hour after hour
Until I feel my mind and body numb

[Outro: South Memphis Gangstas]
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn in my fucking bed
Oh my lord, what a strange thoughts going through my head?
I'm sleeping on my gats I got my Glock out [?]
I can't get no rest cause I ain't got no dollars and no cents
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn in my fucking bed
Oh my lord, what a strange thoughts going through my head?
I'm sleepin' on my gats I got my Glock out [?]
I can't get no rest cause I ain't got no dollars and no cents
I can't sleep at night