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Saafir Lyrics
"Light Sleeper"

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I know I'm an emotionally disturbed person
People think I'm talkin' to myself
When I'm rehearsin' on the rhyme
A mass productionist, a mass production matador

Pan it more to the left, there you go
Minimize the synthesizer wiser when I wind up for the pitch
But I don't pitch a bitch 'cause sales get derailed
And towed an abundance of cash

Damn, I let it go, he was my man
I tried to trust him but I busted him twice
In my trash can and I'm askin' I don't need
Psychology to see the dichotomy in me

Knew something was fishy but I'm better than
Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it kinda irked
Me that I caught him sleepin' 'cause I try
To be wide awake but ye slows it down

So I can't dilate and show that I'm bigger
Than that but I also have to consider
The fact that opposed to him not being
The right peeper, I'm a light sleeper

So what does it mean when I reach maturity
And still see that I'm not the mayor of my
Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu
At least I have a swing and a few things

On my mind, it's never a good nighty night
Just a rise and shine, why's the rhyme so important
Why do I have to be so potent
And blow the mic a flow without chokin'?

I don't, I'm arrogant and outspoken
Mouth no token, I'm just a roust about
I have a house and clout but I don't come tight
But it's routine since few fiend for true

Hip hop, it's a trip when I drop my style
And forget it and forget where I got it from
And how I got 'em sprung 'cause I'm
Stuck on myself and I depend on my luck

And wealth for health matters so I don't
Explode with stress, I'll serve you an elf
Platter, they'll tell me my shit is fatter
Than the first but I'm a light sleepin', rapper in a hearst

I don't wear sarongs in my songs, I diss
The skirts in verses an I used to measure
My demeters with clever panometers, but
I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo with the hobos

A nocturnal colonel in a journal
I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a detour
For deep sleep when I freak beats, I snap
Like a defective contraceptive and my sleep
Will be light, so you'll know that I'm tight