Well I know, I know, I know History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "To late," the prophets (profits) cry The island's sinking,

I want you to bang my box I sleep with the door open If you want to come in while I'm sleeping I'm always sleeping naked 'Cause I wake up and you're creeping Want to lick it so much It's almost like I taste it on the tip of my tongue I want to touch it

Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason To be the last muthafucka breathin' Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin' Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin' And we still breathin' I'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' Tell me, who be

Hey, what it do bitch? Why these other rappers do shit stupid? While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit (ayy) Can't you hear me baby? Yeah nigga, it's me again I'm still around, I guess I win You hear

Don't get your hopes up, don't Pick me up, I'm on the coast Rides with you are sensual Now you dreamin' 'bout me while you sleeping When you wake up I'm the reason Eager for me like the weekend Whatchu want, whatchu been needing? I'll leave tonight so

And I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming While I'm sleeping I only get my rocks off Only get them off Heading for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more

Baby, now you know your natural man done come EZ Rider, oh, you EZ Rider Baby, don't you see what you done, done You done gone and left me, while I lay sleepin' I'm going to the country, yes, I'm goin' to the country Yes, I'm goin' to stay there for a

Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison Kyrie eleison While I'm sleepin' Sweepin' over me Still the echo's achin' "Leave us not forsaken" So sad, and so true That even shadows come

Well I know, I know, I know History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "To late," the prophets (profits) cry The island's sinking,

The moon is high and the night is young Come on and meet me C'mon sweet thing Won't you climb on out of your window While the world is sleeping And there's no way I'll be leaving 'Till we're kissing on the porch swing Oh my little sweet thing Sweet thing