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Kitz Willman - Can't Sleep

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Can't sleep on the full moon
(no)
Can't think in a bad mood
(bro)
Can't breathe in a smoke plume
(oh)
I still dance in some new shoes

I still dance in some new shoes
I still dance
(still dance, still dance)

Can't sleep in the car
(stop swervin)
Can't wake in the night
(bad urges)
When the full moon blur my vision
When it fucks up my circadian rhythm

When the full moon flash and the coyote bark
You wouldn't catch me casket-bound after dark
Searching in an alcoholic's backyard for a glass shard
Off a bottle that he smashed last week
I'm a freak on the beats and my flow is normal
Wear a law suit just to look informal
My whole shit is hotter than a forno
Your style's all rip like a little tiny sportcoat on a wrestler
I'm a rough rider
DMX or Dressler
Yes sir
I can't sleep on the full moon
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