Lyrics:
uh.. god damn it, uh..
Fuck this, I can’t sleep… fuck.. fuckkk,
Chorus
I can’t sleep, uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep, say, (ahh) I can’t sleep, (I can’t sleep!) no, I can’t sleep,
Karmal
Another hour passed, up in the hour glass,
But we’re up recordin’, just doing our best,
It doesn’t feel right, cause I am still awake,
No booty calls tonight, my bitch is still away,
So what I’ll do is chill, with SonaOne and write,
Shit from my mind that, I know you wanna bite,
It’s gettin’ kinda late, I’m gettin’ kinda high,
Up in the sky take, imaginary flights,
Fuck it ayo lets, record another shit,
Oh you gon’ hate us, we made another hit,
And took another hit, roll one and we smoke,
Why don’t you do what we do, and maybe you’ll be dope,
Oh shit I want some Mickey D’s but now it’s really late,
Plus it is breakfast, the meal I really hate,
But still I gotta order, nothing else can be made,
I’m pretty sure the muthafuckers gonna make me wait,
Chorus
I can’t sleep (daymmm), uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/sonaone/lyrics/can-t-sleep-ft-karmal] And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep (yah), say, (yahh) I can’t sleep, (uh huhh) (yeah) no, I can’t sleep, (nah)
SonaOne
No burgers, nuggets, fries, not even happy meals,
Like, me and my body clock, settled on a crappy deal,
I sleep at sunrise, and wake up at midday,
Blaze up a big J, lace stuff for mixtapes,
Double X line line, bet ya’ fuckin’ heard of us,
Writin’ so much, thought we was a bunch of journalists,
Welcome to the kitchen, we be burnin’ up like furnaces,
Fryin’ that chicken, like we hidin’ where that Colonel is,
Buds, I gotta lot of them,
But not enough to knock me out, now I’m up fryin’ papadoms,
The only time I pass out is when I’m too drunk,
Which, is never, so I stay up like two thumbs,
I live at night, like a muthafuckin’ ‘musang’,
And Mary Jane has built a home within my two lungs,
And so the morale of the story is,
It’s muthafuckin’ four in the mornin’ while I’m recording this,
Chorus
I can’t sleep, uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep, say, I can’t sleep, no,
I can’t sleep,
I can’t sleep, uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep, say, I can’t sleep, no,
I can’t sleep.
Fuck this, I can’t sleep… fuck.. fuckkk,
Chorus
I can’t sleep, uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep, say, (ahh) I can’t sleep, (I can’t sleep!) no, I can’t sleep,
Karmal
Another hour passed, up in the hour glass,
But we’re up recordin’, just doing our best,
It doesn’t feel right, cause I am still awake,
No booty calls tonight, my bitch is still away,
So what I’ll do is chill, with SonaOne and write,
Shit from my mind that, I know you wanna bite,
It’s gettin’ kinda late, I’m gettin’ kinda high,
Up in the sky take, imaginary flights,
Fuck it ayo lets, record another shit,
Oh you gon’ hate us, we made another hit,
And took another hit, roll one and we smoke,
Why don’t you do what we do, and maybe you’ll be dope,
Oh shit I want some Mickey D’s but now it’s really late,
Plus it is breakfast, the meal I really hate,
But still I gotta order, nothing else can be made,
I’m pretty sure the muthafuckers gonna make me wait,
Chorus
I can’t sleep (daymmm), uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/sonaone/lyrics/can-t-sleep-ft-karmal] And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep (yah), say, (yahh) I can’t sleep, (uh huhh) (yeah) no, I can’t sleep, (nah)
SonaOne
No burgers, nuggets, fries, not even happy meals,
Like, me and my body clock, settled on a crappy deal,
I sleep at sunrise, and wake up at midday,
Blaze up a big J, lace stuff for mixtapes,
Double X line line, bet ya’ fuckin’ heard of us,
Writin’ so much, thought we was a bunch of journalists,
Welcome to the kitchen, we be burnin’ up like furnaces,
Fryin’ that chicken, like we hidin’ where that Colonel is,
Buds, I gotta lot of them,
But not enough to knock me out, now I’m up fryin’ papadoms,
The only time I pass out is when I’m too drunk,
Which, is never, so I stay up like two thumbs,
I live at night, like a muthafuckin’ ‘musang’,
And Mary Jane has built a home within my two lungs,
And so the morale of the story is,
It’s muthafuckin’ four in the mornin’ while I’m recording this,
Chorus
I can’t sleep, uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep, say, I can’t sleep, no,
I can’t sleep,
I can’t sleep, uh huh huh, it’s about four in the muthafuckin’ morning,
I can’t sleep, nah ah aahh, so we’re up muthafuckin’ recording,
And orderin’, McDelivery, but, I don’t like the breakfast meal,
I can’t sleep, nah ah ahh, I can’t sleep, say, I can’t sleep, no,
I can’t sleep.