Guess what I’ve got? I’ve
Nothing left to give you b#tches
Crazy that I’m just
Tryna get by and trippin’
If it’s small talk, please
Get the f#ck out my business
Not in the zone, like melatonin
Dah, dah
Guess what I’ve got? I’ve
Nothing left to give you b#tches
Crazy that I’m just
Tryna get by and trippin’
If it’s small talk, please
Get the f#ck out my business
Not in the zone, like melatonin
Dah, dah
Lyin’ on my bed ‘cause I been sleepin’ on myself
I don’t got the confidence to break outta my shell
Wanna see the world, my room feels like a cell
Got priorities, but have to do something else
I feel like I’m being held back
From all of the things that I want in my grasp
I don’t want to wake up just to go to class
Cause I’m tired of this sh#t, it don’t matter if I pass
A grade is just a digit in some code
Wishin’ it didn’t f#ckin’ impact my goals
So I’ll just dream that I had some control
Please leave me alone, I’m not in the zone
Not in the zone
Not in the zone (Not in the zone, like I’m on melatonin)
Ayy, like I’m on melatonin (I’m not in the zone)
Ayy, ayy (b#tch)
Guess what I’ve got? I’ve
Nothing left to give you b#tches
Crazy that I’m just
Tryna get by and trippin’
If it’s small talk, please
Get the f#ck out my business
Not in the zone, like melatonin
Dah, dah
Guess what I’ve got? I’ve
Nothing left to give you b#tches
Crazy that I’m just
Tryna get by and trippin’
If it’s small talk, please
Get the f#ck out my business
Not in the zone, like melatonin
Dah, dah
Pop a couple gummies, melatonin and {?}
Lately I been feeling like I’m a leaf in a gutter
But I, I don’t wanna slip me into the under
I just put on a smile and live with the suffering
So tired of the buffering
I been sleeping well, don’t get up for things
Don’t knock on my door when I’m slumbering
Been in my head for years, ‘cause I’m stuck in a dream
You can bet I’m counting sheep when you think that I’m not breathing
I’ll be setting records when I’m sinking my teeth in
And Imma, stay strong when I’m beating and bleeding
Leading cults of the heathens
I been thinking of singing the
Song of the sandman, with sand in my eyes
So you can catch me writing verses at five in the morning
I would pull up {?} curtain, but reality’s boring
Goodnight
Yya-
Ayy, ayy
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Lil Shungite & Quare Lyrics – Melatonin