Curtis Foster – Narcoleptics

Letra “Curtis Foster – Narcoleptics” Official Lyrics

Verse 1

I’mma make it clear for you bitches like I’m cleaning a window
Oh you stupid? I’mma keep it simple
I’on give a fuck what you think like I’m celibate
Here, I’ll talk shit with you for the hell of it
My forehead big like an eight head
Kinda looking like a bottom-up egg-head
My stomach’s kinda lookin’ like parentheses
Everything I’m eating, I think I’m starting to look pregnant (Wah!)
I’m whiter than a dish with no seasoning
And I’m 4 inches shorter than T-Taylor Swift
And I’m short on support from F-Facebook friends
But I still got bars like prison livin’
You must heard that I’m hot, dog (Yeah)
I’m settin’ up camp like Flog Gnaw (Yeah)
Gotcha girl in my arm and she calling mе pawpaw
And now she got lockjaw (Daddy!)
I’m too dang anxious
At the thought of gettin’ to bе Bruce Wayne famous, y’all
Guess you could call it malpractice
The way that I’m losing patience (Ha!)
I’m running this shit like Usain Bolt
With a pep in my step I’m racing, bud
You against me? That’s a Usain don’t
I’mma walk over you like pavement (Haha)
I’m on track
Had to jump over hurdles (Whoo)
I was trapped in this inner inertia
Turning back in my shell like turtles (Alright)
I was fuckin’ around way too much
‘Til I came full circle (Uh)
Got my drip bubbling like what
On squad, I’m with my Squirtles

Pre-Chorus

I’m getting sick of these bitches
I’m living true to myself, no pretending
Y’all can stick to the script
I’mma deliver my own kinda message
I’m getting sick of you hoes
Always acting like you better than everything
Who am I? You don’t know

Chorus

Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Who am I? You don’t know
Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Who am I? You don’t know
Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics

Verse 2

Yo
Far driven like a car engine
In my Civic like I’m Mario Kart driftin’
Yo this beat goes hard, Mischief
I’m up to no good, Bart Simpson
Gotta play the right hands with the cards given
But I keep my mind on the game plan
That’s make cash, no change back
I give ‘em shit, I don’t take crap
I throw stools like I’m fightin’ in a bar, bitches (Whoo!)
Pass me the gin and tonic
Do it fast like I’m spitting phonics (Yeah)
The manner I’m connecting my consonants
Got me feeling grand like I am colossus (Yeah)
I got music in my genes, True Religion
So don’t cross me like crucifixions
I’m dropping tracks like a new addiction
So I’on got time for stupid bitches (No way)
I rose from the ash like a Moltres
Had go to at my own pace (Yeah)
Handled my shit like an agnostic at times
I did it with no grace (Ha)
Now I’m eating with a full plate
Full bases loaded inside of my own brain
And I’m headed for home plate
And I’m up to scale
Yeah, I carry my own weight (Whoo!)
I’m gonna talk my shit like Halitosis
My goals have been coming back into focus
And my fuckin’ battery’s full
And I got the magazine loaded so I don’t have to reload it
I’m shooting words like they’re bullets
I leave ‘em redder than roses
That’s a metaphor, homie
Don’t you forget it, my homie
But you’d know that if you only took a second to know me
A first impression is unforgettable
So I better do everything that I can
To be the opposite of invisible (Yeah)

Pre-Chorus

I’m getting sick of these bitches
I’m living true to myself, no pretending
Y’all can stick to the script
I’mma deliver my own kinda message
I’m getting sick of you hoes
Always acting like you better than everything
Who am I? You don’t know

Chorus

Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Who am I? You don’t know
Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Who am I? You don’t know
Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics

Verse 3

Damn, I feel awesome today
I’m at the top of my game (I am)
I had a whole lot that I wanted to say
I was bottling up since two thousand one eight (Oh word?)
Yeah, I was solo
That could mean a couple of different things
But I’m talking about both though
Huh, problems? I had a boatload
I threw ‘em overboard and then set sail for the gold coast (Yeah)
Transformed like Optimus
I want my prime like what Amazon’s offering
Made up a blueprint just so I could follow it
Cause if you wanna succeed, then you gon’ need confidence (Yeah)
Need a route to get past all the doubters
And let ‘em all know what you’re about, say it louder (Now now)
Started from the bottom, that’s ground up
Fuck yeah, I’m proud of my accomplishments (Whoo!)

Pre-Chorus

I’m getting sick of these bitches
I’m living true to myself, no pretending
Y’all can stick to the script
I’mma deliver my own kinda message
I’m getting sick of you hoes
Always acting like you better than everything
Who am I? You don’t know

Chorus

Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Who am I? You don’t know
Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Narcoleptics (Narcoleptics)
Who am I? You don’t know
Quit sleeping on me like narcoleptics