It's 3 a.m I can't see anything Are my eyes opening? 'Cause I see a demon now Can't get the feeling in my arm back I wanna go back, oh, to sleep I can't move, I can't breathe Awake right now I can see why people still wet their beds (How, I run) I can't feel, I'm fucking scared to death right now Man, fuck this! I hate sleep paralysis It scares the shit out of me everytime I mean, fuck this! I hate sleep paralysis I hate it so much that I made it a rhyme Yea, I start rapping 'cause I'm feeling redacted And I'm being attacked in another fucking dimension I got my house, my mansion Get the hell out my mentions Attention to detail, the female savage She sells seashells by the seashore But he sells hair gel by the third floor And no more stores report down the core The door looks nice and so does the floor