Chorus

Knowing that you’re loved more than you thought,
sleep loved, sleep loved.


Verse One

I used to dream about her, more than a brief encounter,
I used to watch from a distance while older men surround her,
in expensive whips, more than likely flippin' bricks,
knowing in my mind I couldn't give her shit
and knowing I was never on her level, I'm hardly very successful,
I'm hardly anything special and she was never plain jane-ing,
I guess she'd know my name if I was big in entertainment,
I'd bring her to my show to watch me on the microphone,
pacing up and down the stage and got the flyest Nike's on,
take her to my crib and spoon her,
and switch the music up to something smoother,
she precious I could be her jeweler,
much later than sooner we had to part ways,
but kissed me on the lips around the 21st day of November,
I still remember, I always gave would never lend her for agenda,
she couldn't say I was the last of the big spenders,
September to December, that was the trimester,
a super-fly sister, meet her for lunch when she free, City of Westminster
I should have made her my wife,
but now I'm sitting here like Michael Jackson singing that she out of my life, sleep.


Chorus

Knowing that you’re loved more than you thought,
(check it, ch-ch-check it)
sleep loved, (check it, ch-ch-check it),
sleep loved.



Verse Two

She used to call me late night and talk dirty til’ the early hours,
she compliment my hair was curly, she was curvy,
flowers was the aroma of her jersey,
as she leaned in to kiss me,
told me about this dude she was seeing who acting shifty,
he pissed her off like a kidney,
now she chilling in my room while I trim my Pops hair,
he told me “you can get any girl in the world but be clear,
you only got one shot, don’t fuck it up, cos from there your chance is over,
you gonna see as you get older”,
so I console her when she’s crying on my shoulder,
over and over, I told her beauty’s in the eye of the beholder,
she told me hold her, had the body of a Coca-Cola bottle,
but emotionally it’s like she on a roller-coaster,
she couldn’t see what was wrong, I had to diagnose her,
she’s so attracted to dudes who like to fuck her over,
something bout’ the drama, the rah-rah, the marijuana,
something bout’ them dudes she investigating like Panorama,
and now her heart is open sesame like Ali Baba,
she look into my eyes and told me they mysterious
and wanna know the future, but today it’s just precarious… sleep.


Chorus