Up all night, sleep all day Up all night, sleep all day C'mon c'mon, up all night sleep all day That's right, up all night sleep all day Up all night
(It's ok) I'm up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year
the parachute up, up I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake n Bake rappers Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions Y'all
Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand
thuggin all year long. My niggaz be thuggin all year long (repeat) Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em into forces, cold deform'em, then distortin, set ah nigga up
mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all
as I wake up Last night, we off the hook, doin' way too much But it's the fast lane only, big dealin', big ceiling All for the money, some kill some squeal
Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I'm hard, blow my house of cards All turn up death, her bleeding
of his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure, riches and power raced through his sleeping mind. All
darkest night the enchanted skies were united in a storm. Unholiness and all that's unblessed appeared in another form. Like a raging plague all across
All y'all heads out there can't see our flow [Starang] Oh, Starangy, S-three-0-0 Word up (oh oh) word up (oh oh) word up (oh oh) word up (Oh oh oh oh
, yeah Lets stand up y'all What up, we on the rise 10304 types Move with The Movement Its like Roy Jones said What's that son Y'all must of forgot or
dead Arisen from eternal sleep They are the sleepwalkers Not a scream, not a sound Lungs ripped out of sleeping bodies The art of silent slaughter
there, I'm straight I'm Dr. Dre, but after stroke of mid night And Mr. Ski A.K.A. Dooms Day Concocted the shit up in my lab With Mr. Ski up in my head
I'm all worn down by weeping My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry If I catch my opponents ever sleeping I'll just slaughter 'em where they lie
see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all as responsible citizens of Earth To work
night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the
