Testo Nighttime - Sammus, Izzy True

Nighttime

Hey brain
We should talk
About some things
We’re on the rocks
I wish I didn’t get so Goddamn crippled by anxiety
We should get a grip over that side of me I’m tryna see
Cuz maybe if we could then I’d be brighter than Hermione
Or maybe do more good work as a writer like Queen Ida B
I tell you to resolve to take on more than we can do
But when I drop the ball, it’s weird; I’m sorta mad at you
Display a horrid attitude
Throw shade as hard as Lakitus
But I’m just scared of all the thoughts you’ll share
With no more to fat to chew
You’re like
Check your email
No more pouting
Plan the details
Of your album
Get those presales
Sell four thousand
10 bucks retail
Though you’re drowning
In nighttime sweats
And the nighttime chills
The nighttime sucks
Yeah the nighttime feels
Like I can’t get my brain together
Will I feel insane forever?
Will I feel insane forever?
Some rappers want a feature, say they loving on the kid
But they never want to feed her so I have nothing to give
I ask my brain, «What should I say?»
I want to hit delete
But my cranium start judging me I cannot do the deed
So I keep ‘em in my inbox
Even if it impacts my ability to index messages from good cats
I should give ‘em chin-checks instead I check the syntax
Then I send rejections they come back like herpes simplex
I sent the emails
I curbed my pouting
I planned the details
Of my new album
I got some presales
About a thousand
At 10 bucks retail
But I’m still drowning
In nighttime sweats
And the nighttime chills
The nighttime sucks
Yeah the nighttime feels
Like I can’t get my brain together
Will I feel insane forever?
Will I feel insane forever?
Will I feel insane forever?
Will I feel insane forever?
Will I feel insane forever?
Will I feel insane forever?