Текст atlas – sleep

Look, look

I fell behind a couple hours behind my sleep
Now
And we freaked my headboard

I say the words that they think you ‘oughta bleep out
Speak exclusively and that’s what is a freak out
Sike

Not exactly one for breaking promises
Not exactly one for taking chances
Either

So if you tryin’ to vote me off the island
On the hit you by surprise
Like gage you heard
That I am survivor
The future in the past

All these presents
So with every past the second
I can send another message
Is the day’s lesson
Chillin’ take a breath
And we can hop inside the van and hit
The paints before we’re burned dead
Yet

Nod your head and keep a smile on ya’ face
We can shatter all ya’ China
Heat up a pot o’ paper plates
Have us laughing to the point
That we just sigh and lay awake
Turn this future into gold

Word to my to say grace
Word to my to say grace
Word to my to say grace