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No Sleep
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Hip-Hop/Rap
No Sleep was released on June 18, 2024 by IceBirds as a part of the album Boom
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AlbumBoom
Release DateJune 18, 2024
LabelIceBirds
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Sparrow
Jordan Sparrow
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Damn it, Franchise, you did it again)
Damn
Free Juggrixh
Ayy
Slidin' in these Maybach's and the backseats we reclinin'
And I'm runnin' up this money just to go spend it on diamonds
I ain't never lookin' back, I leave that other shit behind me
And if it's 'bout that money, then you know just where to find me
I done tinted all my windows on this car, lil' bitch, I'm slidin'
Don't come swervin' in my lane, you get easily misguided
Always ridin' with that fye and I know just where to hide it
These **** not eatin', man, I think they on an diet
I don't gotta go outside no more, I'ma have to flex my scale
I'ma just sit in the trap with my 'bows, I do this shit for real
These lil' **** gon' be like Jake to gettin' knocked off that hill
Loosin' your neck, gotta keep you a stack if you wanna keep you a Jill
I cannot get no sleep, I gotta get me a mill'
All of these chains around my neck, I gotta keep that steel
Know I am gonna die 'bout respect, I keep the shit too real
And any **** wanna play with the gang, they fuck around get killed
One, two, three, four chains 'round my neck, ****, I don't need no deal
I'm smokin' on this 'za, this shit fuck with my mental
Only keepin' one bitch, that shit experimental
Ayy we fuckin' on the same ho, not coincidental
I got love for all my dogs, I'm holdin' down the kennel
Rollin' Backwoods look like logs, I think I caught a splinter
All these haters be some hogs, they tellin' on my ****
Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall, I always do my big one
In the street I'm tryna eat, always ready for dinner
Always preach to my young **** that got trigger fingers
Always standin' front and center, rollin' with the hitters
Dunkin' lean down in my liver, it's a real mixture
Always shinin' bright just like a light fixture
And I'm puttin' ice on the neck of all my killers
Smokin' out the pee-wee, smokin' on the real one
****, fuck a Suite, we tryna own the building
I cannot get no sleep, I gotta get me a mill'
All of these chains around my neck, I gotta keep that steel
Know I am gonna die 'bout respect, I keep the shit too real
And any **** wanna play with the gang, they fuck around get killed
Think I lose a bro every day
These **** turnin' they love into hate
I think they mad they ain't gettin' no cake
We havin' cash and it ain't no debate
Rolex on my wrist gon' shine, these diamonds gon' skate
I think **** out of time
Written by: Jordan Sparrow
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