Texty:
Sleep Inside The Sun

Pressing on into the burning sky Burning spaceship, it's time to die Our ship explodes, our work is done We've left our lives inside the sun

the South, sleep good in the West Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without gettin' sweat inside

sun to shine You got me deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded I'm running around but there's no place to hide I start to talk in my sleep, our

like shoppin', but never trendy, a lil' Gucci, maybe Fendi, Island hoppin' the West Indies Diddy said got us all about the Benjis, key tile, Phelipe chow Reservations, we can sleep

I feel good, it's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts, the plane lifts She moves on But feel the bite whenever you believe

sun catch you cryin' Don't let the sun catch you cryin' Like an ice age, nice days on your way Sipping the golden days on a riptide Freak's ride, sleep inside

I will be there Always waiting Waiting for you To let me inside Where your fire burns In a city of angels Just like a river rushing straight into the

by Dimpled and drowsy, off you go Over the treetops, sliding down a rainbow Sleepyhead, curl up in your bed And 'til the sun says, "Rise and shine" Sleep

'm sick of looking at me I hate this painful body That disease has slowly worm away Magician take my spirit Inside I'm young and vital Inside I'm alive