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How Can U Sleep (feat. Lil Dicky & the Game)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

How Can U Sleep (feat. Lil Dicky & the Game) was released on September 14, 2017 by Commission/BMG as a part of the album I'm Brain (feat. Lil Dicky & the Game)

Song Details

AlbumI'm Brain (feat. Lil Dicky & the Game)

Release DateSeptember 14, 2017

LabelCommission/BMG

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM61

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Brain

Vocals

Lil Dicky

Vocals

The Game

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David Burd

Composer

Ruben Pinto

Composer

David Joseph

Composer

Michael Hynes

Composer

Jayceon Taylor

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

David Burd

Producer

Blvk Amish

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

OG's knew I had it poppin'

IG lookin' Photoshop-ish

They just can't take charge, so they floppin'

New shit lookin' like it's knockin'

Rap game not a game, wasn't broke so it's cast off

Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid

Like the Cubbie, tryna close it wit' the fast ball

I don't even do this shit for money

But they buyin' it in droves like it's half-off

If Dicky got a show out there

You know he 'bout to show out there

[Verse 2]

Rol on my arm

Russ on a farm

This the new guard

They put the boy on the Jumbotron

Just to pump up the crowd

At my ten year reunion

Like, look at me now

Havin' good sex on the reg

New Tempur-Pedic, my bed

All of my lawyers are black

Shit is ironic as hell

[Verse 3]

But I guess that what happened when Jews started rappin'

Used to have turtles, no wonder I'm snappin'

Used to commercial write, used to play Madden

No wonder they let me do both for a bag

I was not in a frat, I have never conformed

Did a two thousand cap, I had never performed

I ain't takin' no L's

Fuck what you sell

I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well

I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz

I don't need sparklers, they know that I'm lit

I'm on top of the world

Fuck all these girls

I prefer mama to play wit' my curls

I can tell all of you rappers ain't thorough

Head hit the pillow and, boom, it's tomorrow

[Verse 4]

But how can u sleep?

How can u sleep?

How can u sleep?

How can u sleep?

How can u sleep?

How can u sleep?

How can u sleep?

You still asleep

[Verse 5]

How many bitch ass rappers I gotta slap today?

Put on Worldstar even though Q passed away

Pull a .38 out of my pocket and then cock it

Leave a **** on an island like he in Castaway

Cock strong since them old Doc songs

Like a old Pac song, outta my mind

The lights on but I'm not home

Somethin' is wrong wit' me

I done brought six strippers from Vegas home wit' me

Trees by Game, they gettin' blown wit' me

FaceTime wit' Karrueche, they on the phone wit' me

Tell K goodnight, I'm hype, I might ignite

Plastic cups, Promethazine and Sprite

Man, I don't really know who's song this is

Who's weed I'm stealin' or who's bong this is

[Verse 6]

And I don't really give a fuck 'cause I keep the ammo tucked

And you can keep on swingin' from my nuts

But don't say I can't rap like I'm not a Rap god

Like I won't break your fuckin' favorite rapper's rap jaw

I don't give a shit, big or tall, short or small

I cut your dick off and sit it on Trump's wall

Then spray-paint "Fuck the President", it's evident

Hip Hop dead and new **** irrelevant

Different color braids, you **** stuck in the maze

Ain't grew up by a beach, just say you ridin' a wave

[Verse 7]

Man I'm so glad that Guwop out

And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout

I'm right here, Id on't give a fuck who hop out

Don't let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out

And don't try me over IG

Don't try to be subliminal and get it by me

I'm a criminal, I'll leave you hooked to a IV

Next to Jimmy Iovine over hood shit, but

[Verse 8]

We could start wit' rap shit

I ain't never lost at that shit

Let me clear it up, Proactive

I could walk up in this motherfucker

Lookin' everybody dead up in the eye

Like we can rap for that shit

You'll get embarrassed

I'll be in Paris, don't compare us

Flow the rarest

Got bitches in the bedroom, over sharin'

Got an Aussie and a Brit like I'm goin' wit' Sharon

So apparent, Heir apparent

[Verse 9]

But I don't want it next

Someone tell Complex it ain't complex

And what you lookin' at is now like a Timex

I am checked the on now

Off the clock like Colin Powell

I'm really adamant, you're really adequate

I'm really passionate, I'm Billy Madison

I'm the motherfuckin' graduate

2010 wit' a pen, I didn't plan this shit

My plan legit, I manuscripted it

It was livin' by the candle stick

Before the plaques I done mantled it

[Verse 10]

All my friends thought Dicky was a joke

Now they tryna see a show

Now they out of breath tryna speak good

I remember everyone that didn't think I could

Every publicist who thought that I was mockin' hoods

Look who tryna stop and jerk

Look who tryna rap now

[Verse 11]

I don't even fuck wit' you

If it's done it's done, how come I ain't done wit' you?

And if it's fuckin' done, come on, how dumb is you?

Let me get another tissue

I'll be cryin' till the fuckin' bank pull that card again

From Charlamagne to Busta, Game to Puff

To Sway, Questlove, T-Pain to Snoop

Two Chainz, it's all the same

Ain't no debate, they know who fake

They know who great

You don't know your place

Cameras around me, they don't know your place

Shooters around me 'cause I entertain

I got 'em shootin' they movie

[Verse 12]

I could meet a bitch on a Tuesday

Girls come to me

Don't got jewelry

Don't feel bad when I bust in my jacuzzi

Don't eat ass but it still be lookin' juicy

Front page comin' at you like a newsie

Hoes didn't choose me, now I'm choosin'

Now I got a Jap-on-knees like sushi

Lil Dick got vert, no Uzi

I might just pop that coochie, bruh

OG's knew I had it poppin'

[Verse 13]

How can u sleep?

How can u sleep?

Written by: David Burd, David Joseph, Jayceon Taylor, Michael Hynes, Ruben Pinto

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