[Lyrics] Lupe Fiasco - Go To Sleep

Titre: Go To Sleep
Artiste: Lupe Fiasco
Album: Food & Liquor 2: The Great American Rap Album (2010)

Thank you
Feels good wakin’ up
Yeah, back
On my j-o
Guess I gotta go to work
It’s cool

I wipe the cool from my eye
Stationed in Antarctica, coldest nigga alive
Flow is Armageddon, might smite crows from the sky
Before you drive you have to wipe locust-es off your rides
But I’m warmin’ up, oceans is on the rise
I’ll be Ocean with eleven associates on my side
Colder than Chris Martin guitarin’, would you look at all these spies?
But they can’t see me, I took out their eyes
Replaced them with some mes, so all they see is hes
But I will never run, not even if they cry
See, I can never fall, not even down their cheek
But I will always ball, let’s see who the first to blink
And I don’t need no passwords, ’cause I don’t need to cheat
But you can say your last words, then you can rest in peace
I’m the hook after your last verse, I’m also like your beat
But I will turn it down, so you can go to sleep

So you can go to sleep
Yes, you can to sleep
So you can go to sleep
So you can go to sleep

Good night, good night
Good night, good night

Now you can go to sleep
Yes, you can to go to sleep
Now you can go to sleep
Now you can go to sleep

Good night, good night
(Official niggas on they job)
(And you know we gotta ball)
Good night, good night
(Real niggas pop it all)
(Phony niggas not at all)

Insomniac since way back, see, this what I been like
Bacon, eggs, and pancakes, eatin’ it at midnight
Gettin’ up and goin’ hard, I don’t need no Enzyte
Come across as very calm, mental state is Zen-like
Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type
Never will I drop a dime, never been the ten type
My girlfriend is very fine, yes, she is a ten, right?
Mink is draggin’ on the flo’, fire in my windpipe
You should come and clean up after riots that I incite
Things got off the handle, left behind a landfill
Traffic at a standstill, stadium is fan-filled
Fill this bitch up with fans, you still would blow my candle out
My candle spirit’s in the house
And it’s possessin’ your possessions, did you hear it by the couch?
Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet, ’cause I’m not a homo
Bonjour, no dough, ho, I won’t make a peep, so you can go to sleep

So you can go to sleep
Yeah, you can go to sleep
So you can go to sleep
So you can go to sleep
(Real niggas up again)
(Phony niggas tuckin’ in)

Good night, good night
Good night, good night

So you can go to sleep
Yes, you can go to sleep
Now you can go to sleep
Now you can go to sleep

Good night, good night
(Official niggas on they job)
(And you know we gonna ball)
Good night, good night
(Real niggas pop it all)
(Phony niggas not at all)

I wipe the coal from my eye
Then put it in my stove and hope that my dough rise
And that my clothes dry, but I am so high
I’m sitting on the storm, then I got soaked, righ’?
Now you can come close, so you can get warm
But you get no pie, but you can sell ‘em for ‘im
So here’s your bowtie, now get ready to fall
‘Cause humans don’t fly, the boy in the balloon
See I didn’t go hide, and I’m comin’ back to flow again
Close down all that opium, but I had to OPN
They said they need a hero, and if so I’m back to dope again
Pull up in that old-school, Flintstone drop on bowling pins
Time is all behind me, this make me feel old again
Grandma’s all around me, I can feel her soul within
Hold my daddy over him, I woke the roosters, woke the hens
Everything’s cashmere, count the sheet