This is an ode to all the "i cant sleep" people
Eyes can barely stay open feel like you starin through a peep hole
But tired as you are you just cant get to dream world
Sending out mass text from ya cell like "is you up babygirl?"
You know you gotta get yp early but that dont change shit
Flippin through reruns, knowin every word of Family Guy and Fresh Prince
Why the fuck cant we sleep, what is really wrong
Next thing we try is playing all the slow songs
But it dont never work it just makes us think more
My fellow writers instantly pick up the pen, late night you write from your core
You start to think of all those old exs for no good reason
Trying to tire out ya mind so you can start dreamin
Once again it dont work so out comes the laptop
Twitter, Formspring, and Facebook keep us occupied as the time rolls off the clock
Now you chatting wit people you dont even talk to
Commented pictures of random ass people like they know you
And we pray to that the Twitter timeline be poppin
Pray not answered, jump on skpe to see whos talkin
Now if you was back at chool it be that "lets chill" text to the cutty buddy
But its summer vacation so it aint always there wenever you ready
So this is something for the fellow night owls to relate to
And if i didnt write wht you was thing then next time i got you
Now that im done writin im bored and wonderin where my late night text buddy is at
This has been a public service message aka thoughts of the Insomniac
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