Hook: x3
I need some sleep
It can’t go on like this
I tried counting sheep
but there’s one I always miss

Verse 1: Fienyx
Hood up, head down
33 hours in the vice grip
Sun’s out, gouged eyelids
on the night shift
Weighed the consequences—
still do or die
Life’s always greener
on the other sewer's side (suicide)
Right? But no one seems
to take mine—too bad…
I ride loyal as a sheep dog—
true that…
Even too much so, though
The care is hurting
Always end up bearing
the bare bulk of a barren burden
Larynx burning—
throat loaded like a landfill
After that piano drops
so does the anvil
At a standstill
with restfulness, needless to say
Catch a break? Too busy
counting all them sheepish mistakes
What a shame, man
Veering from the game plan
Damn, it’s been years—
still here, in the same stance
Foresee the rise
It’s easy to call the fall, guy
Reborn yesterday?
Should’ve slept all night…

Hook: x2
I need some sleep
It can’t go on like this
I tried counting sheep
but there’s one I always miss

Verse 2: Rob Rivz
I’m wide awake
trying to fall asleep, counting sheep
Another day, another dream
I live life through the eyes
of a fiend, trying to scheme
All I know is money’s green
and how to balance out my triple beams
Late nights, drinking
just to ease the pain
I wonder if I die today
would you fly away or decide to stay?
I never sleep
‘til the sun comes up
Eyes closed, brim low
‘cause I smoke them blunts
My flow’s sharp like a blade
‘cause I’m always on point
and if you vibe off my rhymes
then roll up a joint
Real Recognize Real—
that’s a part of my life
and without my Midnight (K)rush
I can’t sleep at night
That’s right
Wondering what I need sleep for
I’m so stressed out—
still puffing on them Newports
I’m dropping bars
like an anvil
Popping Percs
like they’re Advils
I’m coked up
I can’t stand still
I think I need some sleep…

Hook: x2
I need some sleep
It can’t go on like this
I tried counting sheep
but there’s one I always miss

Verse 3: Fienyx
Sometimes eternal sleep
sounds so nice
Gambling with life—
waste breath ‘fore you throw dice
But when I get to rest in peace
I won’t want to
Casket closed
Erode with those that haunt you
How awful…
Tombstone blues
Loved ones gone
Now you old news
Got my troops in line—
they don’t know the science
or how I scrutinize
my lambs like my lions
Hoarding, counting
wolves in sheep’s clothing
Soul and sanity
hanging from a clothespin
You don’t want to know
of the ghosts of grown men
I won’t show behind
the closed end of that bullpen
The one I miss is the one
that eats me alive
Sometimes you take a side
if you cease to decide
Scared of the dark
More afraid of the light
So if I need to be awake
I save it for night…

Hook: x4
I need some sleep
It can’t go on like this
I tried counting sheep
but there’s one I always miss