CeeLo Green - Sleep When I'm Gone lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] About to change the game DJ Khaled We the best forever Cash Money, Young Money I'm for real about this sh** Let's go [Refrain: Cee-Lo] I'm counting my time cause my time is my money The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing I close my eyes I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone Looking at the clock like yeah, yeah Naps to my track yeah, yeah Why close my eyes I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone [Verse 1: Game] They say sleep is the cousin of d**h, guess we related Cause I'm the most slept on and the most hated Hated, hated by n***as with no hustle Staring at me in the club like I won't bust you In the face with the spades Life is a card game and I'm playing Spades Gambling with your chains f**ing basketball wives while you at away games Really f**ing basketball wives; ain't gotta say names Whole body tatted like a New York City freight train n***as get to barking, put a bullet in the Great Dane Try me, end up like Rodney Team full of animals, like I coach the Heat Four floor mansion, close to the beach Six car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks Flagging down the waitress, waving my Rolex [Refrain] [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo, I don't survive the test of time doing this sh** so long And only rest to rise again homie I sleep when I'm gone A legend while I'm prime So current and they hate this The streets cla**ified me as another level of greatness I don't fight for crowds at all I let wack n***as b**h And let them flip while they debate on who the king of this sh** Listen, I don't waste time debating them things Cause I'm God motherf**er, God create kings I'm hearing that a lot of n***as mad through the grape vine Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same time The feeling of a funeral so study you n***as Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you n***as Now there's no escaping the God you better find a getaway 'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day Khaled, every time you know we gotta make em love it Realize that everything is hotter when we touch it [Refrain] [Verse 3: The Game] Ayo, Khaled let this sh** breathe Poor little rich n***a, that's me Smoke blowing out the sunroof, blowing on hashish Can't stop now cause I'm in too deep One point five wired every two weeks n***as wanna k** me, let the shells fall out Life insurance and plates My kids gon' ball out They kids gon' ball out Twenty years from now pulling cars out You gon' think c**aine getting hauled out X getting shipped in Crystal Meth getting dipped in All cause you let a n***a slip in Aftermath, 05, G-Unit, 06 Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip Sitting on the couch, smoking up memories Pouring Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies f** beef, n***a I ain't got the energy Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy [Refrain]