No Sleep Till Mars

Sleep till we’ve landed on
Mars
Then it’s sweet
But until that day though
I’m not missing a peep
By catching a Z, trapping in bed
Tryna get a head
No
Sleep till we’ve landed on
Mars
Then it’s sweet
But until that day though
I’m not missing a peep
By catching a Z, I’m even trapping in bed
Tryna get a head
Yo, I’m dumb like Einstein stubbing his toe
On a stupid chair he knew was there
Icy sipping ice tea in Freddy Kruger’s lair
Humans stare
When I trip and triple backflip through the air
Then land on me weak hand like it was planned
Artistic virtuoso drawing a line in the sand
And a thousand words couldn’t sum me up
In the summer sun huddled up
Wiping a single solitary bead of sweat from me fod
With a freshly pressed 50 note
And drink and smoke on the job
You can’t direct debit the cost to be the boss
I interrupt your feature presentation mid-scene to floss
Boom shaka laka
Got your wifey’s head turning quicker than if Chewbacca slapped her
There’s too much shit to do
I’m ringing but it won’t connect
Rest me head for ten minutes, feel like I’ve overslept
No
Sleep till we’ve landed on
Mars
Then it’s sweet
But until that day though
I’m not missing a peep
By catching a Z, trapping in bed
Tryna get a head
No
Sleep till we’ve landed on
Mars
Then it’s sweet
But until that day though
I’m not missing a peep
By catching a Z, I’m even trapping in bed
Tryna get a head
I’m looking at you like, 'Why the fuck am I looking at you?!'
I deserve a colossal diamond studded statue
Just for being G
Fuck the scenery, the only thing you should even wanna see is me
I play you like my Juno
I’ve got all the knowledge I want already, so fuck what you know
I’m wildin' like I’m Tuco
Don’t even die unless I give you permission to do so
It’s true, if I tell 'em that’s it’s true
Everything I do is an incredible memory… for you
So con-grat-u-fucking-lations
We build a pyramid, sit atop it and plot like a gang of crooked masons
Smothered Jason with a couch cushion
I’ll make your whole crew fall back without pushing
I see you clowns running your mouth, fronting
You rappers claiming you 'bout suttin
But you 'bout nuttin
No
Sleep till we’ve landed on
Mars
Then it’s sweet
But until that day though
I’m not missing a peep
By catching a Z, trapping in bed
Tryna get a head
No
Sleep till we’ve landed on
Mars
Then it’s sweet
But until that day though
I’m not missing a peep
By catching a Z, I’m even trapping in bed
Tryna get a head