Get no sleep, no sleep. Get no sleep, no sleep. Get no sleep, no sleep. Get no sleep, no sleep. I just keep on counting sheep, twist and turn all
what you hear Toy, this ain't Christmas, no time to play I ain't no child, punk, you'll get sprayed Illin' on a mega-villan You must want a pine box
pull your hair More than just a toy in a patched blue suit Hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you But your momma thought there was something wrong Didn't want you sleeping
(My music box) (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box
reinact him you'll go platinum They seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins Reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
him, told him reinact him you go platinum they seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
dirt, We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt, What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out, (Scared to) go to sleep
I could be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat With some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet I jump up like 'Jack in the box
The music box is all that's left in the empty house Must've left it when they moved out In a hurry to flee the town Armoured tanks broke through all
you go platinum They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin her boy So I'm click clackin the toy, mash and destroy
submission And will that you bring me Mercy, when I'm nothing but ego You slap me to let go and sleep free Now I sleep free You're my toy box, you'
box chorus: daddys drive around, mommys work night shifts sweet dreams, sleep little precious lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of that music box
my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box
friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box
issues That we want to forget I was getting kicks Out of my box of tricks I was playing with her mind Planting bombs to get inside But now my favorite toy
Life, nigga [ Yukmouth ] Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it Where them toy
pull your hair More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit Hold me in your arms I?m just a boy like you But your mama thought there was somethin? wrong Didn?t want you sleeping
