I just love that beat. Is it possible to get an instrumental version of this?

Sick beat, love that piano & nice flow dude

New Music Sunday's Week 3
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/lefty_loosey

Music video coming soon!


--Lyrics--
Restless, body won't contest this, ever present feeling of insomniatic healing, I consider to start peeling off my skin, earth willing I can take a skinny dipping in the pool of sleepy dealings, but my brain is runnin faster than a dark skinned little bastard, call the pastor 'fore I start  speaking in tongues, instead of speaking in puns, I cop the coffee and lunge up in my car bumpin grunge (Where ya headed?) Idk prolly a place with a view, buy some cancer and brew, writing songs about you and by you I mean I, the guy with bags under his eyes, I'm poppin sleep aid at night, then I'm takin a ride on this glorious high, neon colors collide while I stare at the skies and the sun is creepin softly up on the horizon and the city's arisen like I'm bakin pot pies and ill serve to if you don't ask what's inside 'dem.

But, insomnia is winning, killing time like I am sinning, brimming with this inner feeling gained from juicin and then gin'ing, do you here that buzzing bee? Maybe it was just me. My head is playing games like downloaded all my thought off of Steam, these lucid dreams are my new reality, fact and fiction they are battling, pick a side like factioning, pro and antagoning, goodish kinda baddening, not makin sense? Its fuckin happening, yes I am addicted, please don't tell none my family-- please.

(Bridge)
I just want to close my eyes, drift off inside, chainin cancer at night like the end is insight, just alittle insight on my nightly goodnight's like it comes as surprise that the Sandman isn't show up tonight, no, no. The sandman isn't showing up tonight, no.

Feeling fear and loathing for my every piece of clothing, tell me why my closets glowing, paranoia it is growing, first I reaped it now I'm sowing, topsy turvy when I'm flowing, never slowing when I'm rowing down the stream of going and going and going and going -- gone. And homie if I'm right then ill never be wrong, please relate to this song, I hope this the type shit to make her wet in thong, so grab ya pipes and your bongs, push repeat 'fore I'm done, then you rappin along and we're together in this shitty sleepless weather, never better is my tether to these tireless endeavors.


Insomnia - Produced by Lefty_Loosey

Sacramento lyricist and song-writer. 
New Music: On My Bullshit

My Past Projects can be downloaded for free on BandCamp.com // Link below.

For inquiries/collaboration email me:  tipvicious@gmail.com

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