Go To Sleep - Lupe Fiasco

I wipe the cool from my eye

Stationed in Antarctica;

coldest n*gga alive

Flow is Armageddon, might smite crows from the sky

Before you drive you have to wipe locusts off your rides

But I'm warming up, oceans is on the rise

I be Ocean with 11 associates on my side

Colder than Chris Martin guitaring

Would you look at all these spies

But they can't see me, I took out their eyes

Replace with some he's, so all they see is eh's

But I will never run, not even if they cry

See I can never fall, not even down their cheek

But I will always bawl, let's see who the first to blink

And I don't need no passwords cause I don't need to cheat

But you can say your last words, and you can rest in peace

I'm the hook after your last verse I'm also like the beat

But I will turn it down so you can go to sleep

So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep

Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep

Good night, good night, good night, good night

Real n*ggas up again, phony n*ggas tucking in

Now you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep

Now you can go to sleep, now you can go to sleep

Good night, good night, good night, good night

Official n*ggas on they job and you know we gonna ball

Real n*ggas popping off, phony n*gga nodding off

Insomniac since way back, see this is what I been like

Baking eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight

Getting up and going hard, I don't need no Enzyte

Come across as very calm: mental state is Zen-like

Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type

Never will I drop a dime, never been the 10 type

My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten right

Mink is draggin' on the flo', fire in my windpipe

You should come and clean up after the riots that I incite

Things get off the handle, left behind a landfill

Traffic at a standstill, stadium is fan-filled

Fill this b*tch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out

My "can do" spirit's in the house

And is possessing your possessions, did you hear it by the couch?

Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet

Cause I'm not a homo

Won't drill no door hole

I won't make a peep, so you can go to sleep

I wipe the cold from my eye

Then put it in my stove and hope that my dough rise

And then my clothes dry, but I am so high

I am sitting on the storm that I got soaked by

Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie

But you can sell it for em so here's you bow tie

Now get ready to fall cause humans don't fly

The boy in the balloon - see?

I didn't go hide

And I'm coming back to float again

Close down all the opium but I had to O-P-EN

They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again

Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins

Time is all behind me, this make me feel old again

Grandma's all around me, I can feel her soul within

Hope my daddy over him;

woke the roosters, woke the hens

Everything's cashmere, count the sheep that you…