This is a song about "Not getting sleep"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Sleep haunts me. sleep tortures me. sleeps not what it's cracked up to be.

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

See, not only am i colder, i'm also getting warmer

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

Or count sheep while you sleep

Indubitably i'm too street

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Getting rich is something thats not on my mind

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I've gone sober. things are getting colder. but i'm not a joker.

I'm not getting no therapy

I reel them in, goadomes on see