No Pillow Talk

[Verse 1: Daniel Young]
All I could hear was the sound of sleep
Like I was surrounded by MC’s that got me counting sheep
The drowsiness was deep, laid out on a Sealy Posturepedic
Each night I get to sleep on 'em with hypoallergenic sheets
I search for the Ventolin whenever she needs
See I’ve been resting, and everything else In between the bedsprings and putting together Ikea shelves
Do it yourself, the outlet out there, out the vent
Look around and there’s something missing
How we still got white man making all of these decisions?
The system, it is what it isn’t, the equilibrium isn’t where it needs to sit
Took some time for me to see that I have had the privilege
But I hope I get to live to see the shift next to the Z
Giving my stream of consciousness a rinse
Any minute and it's back to sleep, not the way it has to be

[Chorus: Flu & Daniel Young]
But this ain’t pillow talk
Nah, more like back to basics
Jottin thesis on Posturepedic
No blanket statement
Scratching at them bed bugs
Know what I’m sayin'?
But this ain’t pillow talk
Nah, more like back to basics
Jottin thesis on Posturepedic
No blanket statement
Scratching at them bed bugs
Know what I’m sayin'?

[Verse 2: Flu]
And all I could hear was the sound of sleep
Like I’m surrounded by MC’s got me counting sheeps
Batten the hatches down, here comes the wind of change
Rappers found a whole sad clown carousel
Image gained baggage, hound rewards are minimal
Never gather round a circle jerk talent
Should balance out, but rarely match amounts on them bank accounts
Coming up, your freedom could be taken when that gavel sounds
Stay out my business like, "What you sellin' pal?"
Come with bars that are harder to get than Xanax now
But I simplified the approach on this one
Barefoot to gravel mounds, thick skin formed the callous soul
A haggard louse, sample of my insight
Sounds random how I pick lines, place them in spots
Throw you off like horses on a battleground
Spooked by the charge of your foes, aim those arrows proud
Darken the sky, stubborn and anti, what’s happening or custom walking under ashy clouds

[Chorus: Flu & Daniel Young]
But this ain’t pillow talk
Nah, more like back to basics
Jottin thesis on Posturepedic
No blanket statement
Scratching at them bed bugs
Know what I’m sayin'?
But this ain’t pillow talk
Nah, more like back to basics
Jottin thesis on Posturepedic
No blanket statement
Scratching at them bed bugs
Know what I’m sayin'?

[Verse 3: Daniel Young]
All I could hear was the sound of sleep
Like I was surrounded by MC’s that got me counting sheep
The drowsiness still deep
When I’m peeling back the sheets in the AM, it's time
The morning has arrived
Had to look that mirror in the eye and realize
I’m male, middle class and white, I am not the minority
Which means that my insight has gotta be with its limits
Short-sighted, wipe off the Windex and check yourself
Can’t know what it's like being anyone else
We can only imagine
But when you open those eyes and see it for how it happens to be
Might make ya wanna look the other way
Not how it has to be
You ever think about, "What if that was me?"
Or you not give a fuck, no love on a mattress, back to sleep