[Verse 1 - Mads] Welcome to the mind of a dreaming insomniac Sorry if you thought I'd be leading with something whack Run it back... that's really a fucking rap (wrap) Money bag, not to brag, but I'm feeling bloody bad Need a hundred grand, fucking stat, that's a pay cut Feed the fucking man, what is that? Not bacon Fake love to these bitches tryna hide behind their make-up You don't wanna be here on the day when I finally wake up They think they know me, they don't know shit tho If you find the game is hard, then motherfucking quit bro I'll quick scope you in the dick, just for the bit bro Take a hint or take a hit, just don't fuck up the spliff tho Big smoke, my fit glows with that drip drop Hip hop, ain't been the same, ever since I picked up Kick off my shoes, it's lonely on the tip top Bib bobbidi boo, wish it would shut a kid up [Hook x2 - Mads] Shh, hush, man shut up All that fucking talking that you're doing better stop Shh, quiet, don't say a word You know when I'm asleep is when I do my best work [Verse 2 - Magro] A single letter in the difference, So you know it's Mags and Mads, you better never miss it I got deadlines and dates, you bet I went and missed it My alarm set, but my hard head didn't get it Need to wake up, but I do my best work When I stay up, and then sleep in My head hurt, neck burnt, but the bed work So my head turnt to the side when I'm sleeping So go ahead and ask me if I heard of you And if I have to think about it, I already murdered you I ain't wasting time cuz it honestly isn't worth it to And you should quit this rapping shit, obviously it ain't work for you I take my time to jot raps, and it shows I don't freestyle, I plot maps for the flows Oh you got style? You not Matt? Then you don't I think it's high time to trot back to the boat Need to sail off to the sunset, maybe sleep on it This napping is hard work, just to be honest But if you want the song of your dreams Then you really need my voice to be on it [Hook x2 - Mads] Shh, hush, man shut up All that fucking talking that you're doing better stop Shh, quiet, don't say a word You know when I'm asleep is when I do my best work [Verse 3 - Sin7ven] Melancholic on a track, spit black bile Infohazard transmitted via FLAC file I’m pant-shittingly skilled, you facsimiles Swear we don’t compare like your wack similes Asking in whose dream are we in Basking in neuroses, so deep, lamping, in your REM Oh I upset you? Sorry then Pardon me and come over for a tea party in my darkly den Fly into the dreamvale Cunning folk know but the neophyte blind to the detail Dreams of the dying in my journal If you want meaning I could prolly find you a kernel For a price, nothing free wrung from demoniac hands Poor mice better pony up bands Horrified, is this your mortified mans? Hands up, I’m just after my bow of Ash Yams People so love payback, most times Even though some days that hope dies Try to catch a boot, my brain quakes in strange ways Who’d have thought? I am Absolute [Hook x4 - Mads] Shh, hush, man shut up All that fucking talking that you're doing better stop Shh, quiet, don't say a word You know when I'm asleep is when I do my best work