THREE DAYS

I ain't slept in three days I ain't sleeping 'til I'm paid Or until I kill myself slow Pop a Xan for the pain I don't feel a fuckin' thing So high, I ain't even low Yes, I'm going insane Been this way a decade I got mixed feelings 'bout the blow But I'm thinking cocaine Might be the fuckin' wave I ain't slept in three days I ain't slept, three nights I been up late thinkin' 'bout three fights Trying to take away these rights Shit slippy when you step to these heights Top shelf, that's some shit I pass around Smoke a ounce, just somethin' to rap about Had to dip quick, got my cap and gown Then was in a sitch with a rat around Now I'm runnin' round like I used to That's your plug, bitch? I can't tell who's who Got a couple goons? Shit, they gone shoot who? All of you fuckers are fakers, but who knew? Cut the cap Homie Barry Sanders the way he be running back F*ck is that? I ain't slowin' down 'til I make ten thousand racks I ain't from the streets, I ain't come up trappin' Bitch I'm from the backroad, where ain't shit happen But if you got a problem, I promise we'll get it crackin' They send me free clothes, I just gotta open the package I ain't slept in three days I ain't sleeping 'til I'm paid Or until I kill myself slow Pop a Xan for the pain I don't feel a fuckin' thing So high, I ain't even low Yes, I'm going insane Been this way a decade I got mixed feelings 'bout the blow But I'm thinking cocaine Might be the fuckin' wave