Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Fuck Sleep’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
F*ck ’em, f*ck sleep, come clean, zonin’
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
F*ck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it
Blunt smoke, smoke weed, codeine, cough
Tell that bitch that I’m awesome, better back the f*ck up off me
Coco, Celine, Tiffany, she flossy
Ain’t concerned with who worthy, can’t forget that she bossy
We house buying surf board just trying to ride the wave
I was cooking up another fucking tidal wave
Had to get entitled motherfuckers out the way
Had to take another title sorry for the wait
Barely ever took a break on, fashion like my time need
More hours in a day, I apologize if I’m late
Doctor Vane whoa
Barley look like I’m awake
Darker shades, bluer veins, bluer money in the bank
F*ck ’em, f*ck sleep, come clean, zoning
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
F*ck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it
I remember I was pooring, I was young and living homeless
Now I rock the Ricky Owens, eyes looking like he rolling
Got new bags under my eyelids, new bags up in my closets
New bags like I went shoppin’, new bags on new bags
Minds better at seeing two now, needing up on my down time
Hit the waves with the new sound
House tunes but it’s screwed down
That’s dope (sauce)
Take a sec to thank the Lord
‘Nother one to call my folks
Hit my momma on the phone
She like “son you the boss”
Focus, don’t get caught up in the moment
Can’t forget that I’m golden
Don’t forget that I’m chosen
F*ck ’em, f*ck sleep, come clean, zoning
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
F*ck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it
They called me a bitch
Burned me like saffron, my matter is golden
A child of the oldest
My touch is righteous, like virus my Midas
I’m golden
He holds me when I’m present
Chosen
So hold me tight I swear
I’m golden
F*ck ’em, f*ck sleep, come clean, zonin’ (Hold him)
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
F*ck popo, police, enemies, fake homies (Golden)
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it