Sleepyhead - Orleans lyrics

[Verse 1: SLeepyhead] I don't think they're really ready for my wardrobe Dirty sneakers, torn Polo, I'm standing deaf listening To your flow When you can't deliver sh** you're like DiGiorno I'm shinin' when I'm rhymin, hanging out like an orno- Ment, to legit, when it comes to bein' clever I'll approach a mic like I'm cool and it's whatever Forever never slippin slackin, when it comes to rippin Raps in, Im'a put this mic in a Easter basket Put the beat inside a f**in' casket Three days later resurrect it, nowadays all my saviors Wear his necklace I swerve on the mic but yo I'm never bein reckless Then I swerve in the right lane I'm kinda bein reckless Im'a call it a night but yo I can't find the exit Need to get some rest if Im'a eat these beats for breakfast And lunches, I'm munchin, on rap beats so scrumptious By mid afternoon I can stop rappin' 'bout dumb sh**- [Verse 2: SLeepyhead] I have this dream that skips inside my brain on repeat I'm busting at the seams but still standing on three feet Two for balance, chillin, one that swings freely Born to be a good man but that doesn't mean its easy Hard work living freely, I envision myself like A revolving door of healing Inside swings the future and out goes the past No more mirrors made of brick, and a house made of gla** Could that be so bad? life happens so fast That if you don't live for something Its yourself that you will pa** [Verse 3: SLeepyhead] I wash the rain up off my brain now it's a bit warped and weathered Temporarily insane but maybe it's forever Don't know the wrath of Cane, but I don't say the word never Well sh** I just said it I guess I'm not so clever Like, rain washes on my psyche, I wanna be just like me But sh** I dont know me, I guess I'm holdin' (Holden) Onto something phony Get it? If I catch her in the rye fields maybe she'll hold Me until the sky fills, up with smoke and acid rain falls down In the form of pain pills Stay still, play dead, play chill Poetic verses always curses the person trying to take another peek behind the curtains [Verse 4: SLeepyhead] I'm chain smoking cigs on an alley way balcony Mixing vodka and Tang like some new god flow alchemy I slur my bars now these alley cats are doubting me But Im'a spit more rhymes thinkin' everyone is bound to see The new illusions using mirages and daydreams Of super fluent lucid collages of aleens I mean A-T-L-iens, whatever it's irrelevant It's like I'm writing, rhyming, and whining for the hell of it Each waking moment is a continuous epiphany The end of a novel, the beginning of a movie Where the plots hard to follow But the dialogue moves Like I've landed in Roswell, with just a pad of loose leaf..