I Can't Wake Up - SEBZERA

What I want you to do is count to ten Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two On one you will be asleep, one I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm dreaming about being a blunt I'm running around and I just can't wake up, hah! I'm dreaming about being a blunt, ho! I'm walking around and I just can't wake up I'm tryin' to wake up, I can't wake up So I run and jump, someone yelled get that blunt Get that blunt, now I'm thinking this is major I've got a bunch of people chasing me with a razor I don't like this dream as a blunt But I can't get out of it and I can't seem to wake up So I'm running and racing blunt smokers are chasing This is insane, I'm caught by House Of Pain I'm picked up They said they gonna put my head out They slit my back and all the tobacco fell out Now I'm hollowed wet thin and yes ready They poured the shumpang gently and rewet me I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up Check it out now, in the same attire here comes the fire Now they lit it, now I'm burning by the minute but check it out More heads came to chill Everlast took a pull and passed me to Cypress Hill Cypress Hill took a pull lungs are full, who's next? I'm being passed to Das Efx As they took a mad pull, smoke blows in heaps It's really smokey but I can still see Black Sheep Woe! Black Sheep gets me, relights me Room is proper, I'm passed off to Shabba Shabba's voice gets low like a tuba He said, "Me no follow no rumor", and passed me to Grand Puba I wasn't burnin' right so Puba got mad at me And said who rolled this and passed me to Kid Capri Kid Capri said, "I won't front Pass it to Redman, he knows how to roll a blunt" Redman said no need to re-roll And passed me to De La Soul De La Soul took a hit and kept hittin' Now they're buggin' 'cause they passed me to Bill Clinton Bill Clinton said I'll smoke but I won't inhale I'll only hit it twice, he got slapped by Greg Nice Now I fell on the floor, Greg Nice picked me up I'm a blunt being smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up Get me out of this, somebody wake me up I'm still on fire and I'm still being smoked up Half my body is gone, now they're coming to my head Now my head is being pinched by Ted-D-Ted A crazy nightmare I got to go I got to wake up and I'm passed off to Yo-Yo Yo-Yo gets respect as a lady, she didn't smoke She passed me off to Showbiz and A.G. A.G. said respect due see He got one big pull and passed me to Smooth B Smooth B. although he's talking to Ted-D Took a hit and passed me to Fab 5 Freddy Freddy said Yo! There's nothing left Pop Looked at me in my face and passed me to Chubb Rock Chubb Rock said "Yo Freddy chill If you ever catch me smoking, just kick me in the grill" I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm dreaming

50 Racks and Chanel this is my recipe Try to fuck wit' me i'll give ya' ass a hysterectomy Bitch i'm fly to death, don't you go on resurrecting me I'm finna' fuck a demon, don't you see? death ain't affecting me Nigga wanna' cry I did em' foul, now may he rest in piece Nigga ackin' tall we seen em' fall, he wanna tell on beat I gotta keep my lyrics fuckin' clean, they quick to tell on me Cuz every letter in this fuckin' line counts as a felony I got niggas in my fuckin' state that got a curse Fitty' shots, make a crip walk to a hurse Lil Johnny ain't a fuckin' banger, needs rehearsal Imma pull the fuckin' pocket rocket out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse 500 On the watch and on some denim jeans Up the fuckin' blick' i'll match the score just like a referee Ain't a nigga that is finna' run up and try pressin' me This drum got plenty beats, gon' have you dancing like its billie jean Why you smokin' loud and speakin quiet? Whats the secrecy Have you in the background of my art, just like a speaker bleedin Did a quickie, speedin in a foureign, that's the need for speed I dropped a bitch back in the 7th grade, she still be seekin' me I dont know why niggas wanna hate, they still be peepin' me Niggas ackin' like im quick to run if niggas creep on me Coppas talk to me I say, I dont know and to keep it brief But I just caught a body and was smokin' with my nigga keef No mo' rappin' cap, man all ya'll nigga stay up in a leash All my niggas dogs, you wanna fuck up? they gon' beef fo free Pussy bitch, you talkin crazy, How you wanna talk to me And how you wanna diss me nigga, then turn to apologies Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse

Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha) Guns, keep em in my trunk Darius, I dunk On just bout' everyone And I hit lil' bitch for fun When I feel like feelin' none When I feel like this, then I feel like killin' on a gin and rum When I feel like this, then I might just fuck around and kill yo' son When I feel like this, then i might just put my dick up in yo' daughter Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha) Yeah, she bad Know' she count this cash Fast never last, 150 on the dash Ass fat, gotta brag Cause' you know we smoking, all I see is grey All this green a hot box, put it in a safe This ain't no bachata, put you in your place My girl like barista, give me creme brûlée Bobby like bouche, don't care what you say Coming up, Duce Going up, Tuesday Titty boy, 2 chains got me like touche Switchin' up, two lanes Imma' Imma' Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha)