Tekster:
Sleeping The Fleet

"Breathing, did you get the guns? Can you feel the burning sun, frozen in your veins? If I go I pray that you will rescue me. A bond in blood I won'

"Breathing, did you get the guns? Can you feel the burning sun, frozen in your veins? If I go I pray that you will rescue me. A bond in blood I won't

you hear that? I got a real bad felling, How many bones are supposed to keep in? Don't make a sound they're not dead, just sleeping Dire, Dire, Dire, it's fleeting

Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet

weirdest crew at the after- party just got in the hotel room and this is getting started better wake the fuck up cause? were not here to sleep our fleet

the bend, they always come At night as I lay sleeping they come to me in herds Their lies remain, the dreams the same, it's only fleeting words No one

too [Prodical] Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit So I made myself eatin' these streets where blood leak Me and my whole fleet smoke trees

Of the company I keep and the stars you never meet Of the caviar they eat whilst you're chewing at your wheat Of the hours that they sleep whilst you

boy and girl they talking New words, that only they can share in New words, a love so strong it tears their hearts To sleep, through the fleeting hours