Get no sleep, no sleep. Get no sleep, no sleep. Get no sleep, no sleep. Get no sleep, no sleep. I just keep on counting sheep, twist and turn all
is dedicated to the number one thing in my life So close to me that you could call it my wife It?s dedicated to the one that I wake with and sleep with
I'm 'bout? Voices are leading me up to the attic I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse The sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest
him reinact him you'll go platinum They seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins Reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
issues That we want to forget I was getting kicks Out of my box of tricks I way playing with her mind Planring bombs to get inside But now my favourite toy
friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box
the dirt, We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt, What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out, (Scared to) go to sleep
pull your hair More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit Hold me in your arms I?m just a boy like you But your mama thought there was somethin? wrong Didn?t want you sleeping
what you hear Toy, this ain't Christmas, no time to play I ain't no child, punk, you'll get sprayed Illin' on a mega-villan You must want a pine box
pull your hair More than just a toy in a patched blue suit Hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you But your momma thought there was something wrong Didn't want you sleeping
(My music box) (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box
reinact him you'll go platinum They seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins Reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
him, told him reinact him you go platinum they seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
dirt, We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt, What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out, (Scared to) go to sleep