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

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

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

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

It’s divine, it's divine It's divine Now forget what you’re owed So lay down your load You’re fine Break the water Make a ripple once in a while Wake, it’s morning we’ve been sleeping for a while That you're tired, time’s getting on.

I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed They do not wither in the morning light I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin Thinking I'd like

I don't want to be a restless soul Running on empty, burning up the road Never knowing what I'm trying to find While the wheels keep turning in the back of my mind I don't want to take the long way home Sleeping on the roadside, move along Heading about,

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,

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,

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