Nighttime - Sammus, Izzy True

Hey brain

We should talk

About some things

We’re on the rocks

I wish I didn’t get so Goddamn crippled by anxiety

We should get a grip over that side of me I’m tryna see

Cuz maybe if we could then I’d be brighter than Hermione

Or maybe do more good work as a writer like Queen Ida B

I tell you to resolve to take on more than we can do

But when I drop the ball, it’s weird; I’m sorta mad at you

Display a horrid attitude

Throw shade as hard as Lakitus

But I’m just scared of all the thoughts you’ll share

With no more to fat to chew

You’re like

Check your email

No more pouting

Plan the details

Of your album

Get those presales

Sell four thousand

10 bucks retail

Though you’re drowning

In nighttime sweats

And the nighttime chills

The nighttime sucks

Yeah the nighttime feels

Like I can’t get my brain together

Will I feel insane forever?

Will I feel insane forever?

Some rappers want a feature, say they loving on the kid

But they never want to feed her so I have nothing to give

I ask my brain, «What should I say?»

I want to hit delete

But my cranium start judging me I cannot do the deed

So I keep ‘em in my inbox

Even if it impacts my ability to index messages from good cats

I should give ‘em chin-checks instead I check the syntax

Then I send rejections they come back like herpes simplex

I sent the emails

I curbed my pouting

I planned the details

Of my new album

I got some presales

About a thousand

At 10 bucks retail

But I’m still drowning

In nighttime sweats

And the nighttime chills

The nighttime sucks

Yeah the nighttime feels

Like I can’t get my brain together

Will I feel insane forever?

Will I feel insane forever?

Will I feel insane forever?

Will I feel insane forever?

Will I feel insane forever?

Will I feel insane forever?