Half Sleep - Babyface Ray & Veeze: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Babyface Ray & Veeze

Half Sleep

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Half Sleep was released on August 15, 2025 by Wavy Gang / EMPIRE as a part of the album Codeine Cowboy

Song Details

AlbumCodeine Cowboy

Release DateAugust 15, 2025

LabelWavy Gang / EMPIRE

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM101

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Babyface Ray

Vocals

Veeze

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Marcellus Rayvon Register

Marcellus Rayvon Register

Songwriter

karon malcolm vantrees

karon malcolm vantrees

Songwriter

Travis Pittman

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

4amjuno

Mixing Engineer

Wes

Producer

Nicolas De Porcel

Nicolas De Porcel

Mastering Engineer

Demitrius Lewis II

Demitrius Lewis II

Assistant Mastering Engineer

Brendan Duffey

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Is Wes still there?

Get off, Juno

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I can turn a bitch swag up, give a **** street cred

Movin' on up the penthouse, got a keypad

Some **** don't, but some other **** need rep

You can tell the jeans cap when you seen the patch

You see me, now you don't, movin' like a ghost

You can see the LV print walkin' through the snow

Forever number two, can't love you like my dough

Grab the pistol, walk him out, make sure you lock my door

[Verse 2]

I was late to class, but I still pass

Skipped college, richer than my teacher, damn, I feel bad

Fell back! Fuck friends, I'd rather let these M's stack

Real stats, press a button, on the double RR , the roof peel back

The right place, the right time, they all gon' fuck

Coincidental, I'm in Brickel, in a new machine

Ain't tint the window it ain't nobody I'm tryna duck

Watch **** turn to male groupies when they come to lean

I had a dream 'bout a award, walkin' 'cross the stage

Finally made it to the top, but it was only me

I remember buyin' beans, goin' down the way

Strapped my nuts and had "Trap or Die" on repeat

[Verse 3]

Go on YouTube and type Veeze highlights

I'm number one in the country on the red pints

If we was opps, me and your ass a be on thin ice

What you sippin' love and hate? That's a thin line

Fuck a baby bottle, pour it to my lips dry

I got hoes in every state, I ain't flyin' you out

**** say they want a feature, ain't got the right amount

Wasn't 'posed to sleep with the ho, but I nodded off

Rich cost, take your arm and your leg off

Never too much for the drank, Luther Vandross

I'ma have to start, smoking crack, just spend it all

Wantin' to be romantic, bitch, let's fuck in a bank vault

You the typa to bite a ****, ankle, I'm a big dawg

I'll sell to J's till they come back with a crooked jaw

Last name, Worst, I'ma fuck you, then ignore your call

Dog broke, you only got one outfit like the Chucky doll

We the total opposite, you got zero pockets full

I'll take a bitch to the movie 'fore I buy the pussy

****, gotta show that bank card before we get into it

You would think my name's Travis Scott, how they want my shoes

[Verse 4]

Broke ho, I get the boot, me, I need a parachute

You know I got the juice, you throw a **** off the roof

Caught a lame **** through my young boy's alley- oop

You can peep the Louis, Murakami when I'm passin' through

If I had her, you can have her too, 'cause I got a few

Hold on to the money, black jew like my ****, Fu

If hatin' was a crime, it'd be a million **** on the loose

Hop out in the hood, blick attached, got too much to lose

Written by: Marcellus Rayvon Register, Travis Pittman, karon malcolm vantrees

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