No Sleep Till Mars - Antihéroes, Lee Scott, Salar

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