Narcoleptic got my eyes wide shut. Life been hectic and it's just my luck. Damn, we can't feel how did we back then? One too many dark days, blacked out lens. Blacked out tints in the car I'm in. Man's feeling it all but I can't see shit, blessing that I'm still cut. I was a teen, need for the buzz. Dancing, three things in a London apartment. I can't speak on the things done after. "E" for the recharger, bae, don't start up. Don't you believe in karma? I might light one up by the harbor, sit and reflect on the things we done. I can't decide on money or love. I can't decide on money or love. Instruments? Name.
Written by: Beaux Neptune, Dominik Plank, Leonhard Apel
