Can’t Sleep A Month of Sundays (Ft. Wesley Joseph)
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[Verse 1]
2am, when I'm chasing the beams
Far from the daylight, lost in a dream
Stuck on the inside, touching the seams
Present like rain, when blowing in the trees
When I leave, world know the tricks in my sleeve
The strange sensation
A quick vacation
Trapped in my head on occasion
I kept time waiting, but don't be mistaken
[Verse 2]
The villain
Like seen with the keys to the prison
Wesley the prophet, move waves when unlocking
Remember those days, I was blazed, I would clock in
Now when he speak, two inch nails on the coffin
Quarantine for a couple years, I was plotting
Poetry in motion, soothing my losses
Came a long way, but I still kept it honest
[Hook]
Soon come someday, that's what some say
If it ain't Sunday, what about Monday
Leaping faith on the freeway
Unfazed, still I got trust that I misplaced
Memories echo through the mind like don't play foggy
Nights feeling cold, I'm alone when I'm walking
Fountain of youth, in the booth when I'm talking
Recording the rise, screen shut when you're falling
2am, when I'm chasing the beams
Far from the daylight, lost in a dream
Stuck on the inside, touching the seams
Present like rain, when blowing in the trees
When I leave, world know the tricks in my sleeve
The strange sensation
A quick vacation
Trapped in my head on occasion
I kept time waiting, but don't be mistaken
[Verse 2]
The villain
Like seen with the keys to the prison
Wesley the prophet, move waves when unlocking
Remember those days, I was blazed, I would clock in
Now when he speak, two inch nails on the coffin
Quarantine for a couple years, I was plotting
Poetry in motion, soothing my losses
Came a long way, but I still kept it honest
[Hook]
Soon come someday, that's what some say
If it ain't Sunday, what about Monday
Leaping faith on the freeway
Unfazed, still I got trust that I misplaced
Memories echo through the mind like don't play foggy
Nights feeling cold, I'm alone when I'm walking
Fountain of youth, in the booth when I'm talking
Recording the rise, screen shut when you're falling
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