No Sleep All Week
written by schmidt / meyer
composed by d.schmidt
written by schmidt / meyer
composed by d.schmidt
Lyrics
I don't need to get any sleep
I'll be fine I can go all week, yea
Hey look, I’m in a band right
It ain’t a big thing cuz we just jam right
Music for us and that’s real right
I’m talking to myself until I feel right
American flags and mugshots
Punk rock and gunshots
At the tippy top of another day
No other cars on the expressway
And I’m redlining - loud winding
And I can’t help it, I’m still trying
And there’s so much scenery
Everywhere but where I need to be
Conflicts, radical, practical
A lot closer self conscience
Pricked conscience
Them? They sold out for a god complex
Empty pockets I got nothing
Except the truth and I’m being honest
Future - It’s distracted
You and me - we’re distracted
And what I can’t elaborate I rap about
That’s what this is about
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
I just cracked a can...as far as i got on my master plan
i see all the sidewalks covered in casings
i see the daylight dont see any savings
your bored if your boring
should retire if your tired
you're that fax machine...na mojo wire
checking your vitals, watching your timer
theres a brave new world outside your recliner
and man all these pages are falling out
change that waste bask' lets take em way back
back at the scheme hourse
floating off the porch
inhaling the beatles, and the juice from an orange
found our identity, caved in the stage
now we're still the same, except everythings changed
the hospital, cops and Blue Rock every week
if i couldn't kill me your chances are bleak
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
I don't need to get any sleep
I'll be fine I can go all week, yea
Hey look, I’m in a band right
It ain’t a big thing cuz we just jam right
Music for us and that’s real right
I’m talking to myself until I feel right
American flags and mugshots
Punk rock and gunshots
At the tippy top of another day
No other cars on the expressway
And I’m redlining - loud winding
And I can’t help it, I’m still trying
And there’s so much scenery
Everywhere but where I need to be
Conflicts, radical, practical
A lot closer self conscience
Pricked conscience
Them? They sold out for a god complex
Empty pockets I got nothing
Except the truth and I’m being honest
Future - It’s distracted
You and me - we’re distracted
And what I can’t elaborate I rap about
That’s what this is about
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
I just cracked a can...as far as i got on my master plan
i see all the sidewalks covered in casings
i see the daylight dont see any savings
your bored if your boring
should retire if your tired
you're that fax machine...na mojo wire
checking your vitals, watching your timer
theres a brave new world outside your recliner
and man all these pages are falling out
change that waste bask' lets take em way back
back at the scheme hourse
floating off the porch
inhaling the beatles, and the juice from an orange
found our identity, caved in the stage
now we're still the same, except everythings changed
the hospital, cops and Blue Rock every week
if i couldn't kill me your chances are bleak
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
I don’t really need to get any sleep
I’ll be fine I can go all week, yeah
