This is a song about "Not sleeping"

Let em marinate, you forever late

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Imprinting all my thinking on your linens while you're sleeping

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Fuckboys better wake up with all that sleeping

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Procrastion, penetration, and to speak while you sleeping

Lust will have you slipping

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,