When we were young When we were young we belonged to someone and that was easy Well you can’t be found if you’re not all alone You fell asleep listening to me linger on About how it used to be In the backseat My oldest friend, You know me then, You know

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Gonna find you and make you want me Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break

I'm sorry for so much But this time I wanna know why I can't sleep without you to my right Baby, when you drive by We'll get high, four twenty-seven in the night Show up when you wanna Babe, I hope you know it's alright, I don't mind Shawty, show me your

Don't ever look back In my skin-tight jeans Be a teenage dream tonight You make me Feel like I'm living a, teenage dream The way you turn me on I, can't, sleep Let's runaway And don't ever look back My, heart, stops when you look at me

'Cause when I see your face my own senses leave me I just can't Keep me up all night, I'm not sleeping I'm closing my eyes just to keep on dreaming Yeah, I could be blind but I'd still see that Yeah, I could be blind but I'd still see that, I just can't

Haunted nights for haleyon days Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice Nature's way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly guided into heresy Beneath the surface, stark emptiness And you'd pity my conviction Whereas I thought of

Sleep happens to you It's not a failure if you can't In any case, you will at some point You'll let go And you'll forget where you are If you can't I'll stay up I'll stay up too

And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street Going back to the corner where I first saw you Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move 'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me And your heart starts to wonder

Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Blunt smoke,

Woah, yeah boy Way-way back for me I need fake niggas to get way back James Harden with the range on me nigga way back Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back I can't get no rest (We in the house) I fall asleep with a Tec (Rack) Wearin'