Sleep Deprivation Evidence
"Sleep Deprivation" by Evidence, released in 2018, is a #HipHop track exploring themes of insomnia, mental struggle, and the toll of relentless ambition. The lyrics express vulnerability and introspection, highlighting the impact of sleepless nights on creativity and life. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a haunting beat, reflecting the artist’s personal battles.
[Hook]
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Another bad dream, another blunt gets burnt
[Verse 1]
I can't sleep, I tried ambient (darkness!)
Trynna find light, he keeps panicking
The overlooked Los Angeles, watching the spy's
Watch surveillance cameras, every breath I take
It's no motion like inanimate object
Planning my project, ramming through concepts
Run with my gun out, chain like luminance
Day time dumb out, sun on the ambulance
Maybe I'm just rumbling on, my beat sequence
My dream won't follow the song
Let me explain, I hear thunder in summer time
Visions appear, some clear and some under line
What I've seen, smelled, tasted and touched
Forms ghosts in my sleep that I cannot clutch
But when my eyelids close, there's no islands, just violence here
Magnified loud sounds of gun silencers
I dream of people who passed on
I talk to 'em but don't usually last long
I might dream that I'm holding my mothers hand
A cold sweat, wake up, holding my other hand
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Another bad dream, another blunt gets burnt
[Verse 1]
I can't sleep, I tried ambient (darkness!)
Trynna find light, he keeps panicking
The overlooked Los Angeles, watching the spy's
Watch surveillance cameras, every breath I take
It's no motion like inanimate object
Planning my project, ramming through concepts
Run with my gun out, chain like luminance
Day time dumb out, sun on the ambulance
Maybe I'm just rumbling on, my beat sequence
My dream won't follow the song
Let me explain, I hear thunder in summer time
Visions appear, some clear and some under line
What I've seen, smelled, tasted and touched
Forms ghosts in my sleep that I cannot clutch
But when my eyelids close, there's no islands, just violence here
Magnified loud sounds of gun silencers
I dream of people who passed on
I talk to 'em but don't usually last long
I might dream that I'm holding my mothers hand
A cold sweat, wake up, holding my other hand
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