Sleep Sleep

They don't know where the hell you are, your head ain't clearin out
You're dead as a cell-u-lar, like 'can you hear me now?'
That's how I feel on a Monday better yet on a Sunday
Better yet, always, I'm just praying that one day

I can feel like I'm awake cause I am a big sleeper
I wanna met your big cousin whose father's the Grimm Reaper
I don't really care, it seems pointless in the end
Unless we reincarnate and start this ish again