Happiest Kid in the World - Sleepy Lyrics

Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice
It's getting less frightening
Don't tell me to deal with my shit unless we have the money
I love advice, but most my life this shit requires money
I used to drive, the whole time, i had to deal with money
It almost killed me, so now they need more
Racing thoughts are taking off, tryna break my heart
Making paper's hard, my lady's gone
And I'm very often afraid to wrong, angry and sad lately
Art's the only aid i feel i have, tryna scab these scars
Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice
It's getting less frightening
(Love being alone in my head but it's lonely here. No one can hear!)
I don't need a beat, I need a point
Often write my bars before i even make a noise
Past me is far, I've been envious of that joy
Since i learned the world isn't the friendliest we could ploy
Sometimes i be done and just pennypinching with words
I don't want a girl it takes my freedom and it hurts
By freedom I am not meaning being with others
Just that i couldn't be homeless, or ugly around her
With my sad face, sharing nightmares where i die
Or how I'm scared to lose her to other guys
The whole world really wants me at my best i guess
No wonder there's no one to go to when i'm depressed
Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice
It's getting less frightening
(Love being alone in my head but it's lonely here. No one can hear!)

Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice
It's getting less frightening
Don't tell me to deal with my shit unless we have the money
I love advice, but most my life this shit requires money
I used to drive, the whole time, i had to deal with money
It almost killed me, so now they need more
Racing thoughts are taking off, tryna break my heart
Making paper's hard, my lady's gone
And I'm very often afraid to wrong, angry and sad lately
Art's the only aid i feel i have, tryna scab these scars
Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice
It's getting less frightening
(Love being alone in my head but it's lonely here. No one can hear!)
I don't need a beat, I need a point
Often write my bars before i even make a noise
Past me is far, I've been envious of that joy
Since i learned the world isn't the friendliest we could ploy
Sometimes i be done and just pennypinching with words
I don't want a girl it takes my freedom and it hurts
By freedom I am not meaning being with others
Just that i couldn't be homeless, or ugly around her
With my sad face, sharing nightmares where i die
Or how I'm scared to lose her to other guys
The whole world really wants me at my best i guess
No wonder there's no one to go to when i'm depressed
Nightmares where i die, and they're getting pretty nice
It's getting less frightening
(Love being alone in my head but it's lonely here. No one can hear!)