Lyrics:
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
this morning
That reminiscing hit me different in a rari
Back then when these bitches wasn't on me
Now I walk up in the spot I got an army
Say you
You never blink your eyes
Cat in the window, you sit so still
Watching the world go by from your window sill
I see you each morning at quarter to nine
You never blink your eyes
Cat in the window, you sit so still
Watching the world go by from your window sill
I see you each morning at quarter to nine
Cuz it is what is
When I survive the back stab
that same knife in your ribs
Put a apple in ya mouth
And let you turn on a stick
Left roasted
as glass
As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket
Took a breath and let him pass
In the early darkness Billy rose up
Went into the kitchen
cans and bottles all over the floor
Clock on the wall says quarter to four
Woke up this morning
Sun was going down
I woke up this morning sun was going
Wake up every morning at a quarter to ten
Like, "Am I dying? Is this real? Oh, right, it's this again"
I'm awoken by my daughter as she jumps in my
Wake up in the morning like I'm that guy
You don't wanna roll with me yeah that's fine
Imma keep on scoring from the half-line
Imma give it all until
his new shawty’s back out in the tub (Cheee)
Uber her ass back in the morning
Living the fast life in a foreign
Getting my racks up
Swear down this
by a steak knife
And when did you last have to build a city from some wildlife
You live in it but don't know the work behind it
You all feel entitled
Sunday?
An while we're at it throw in every other day to start
I know people make promises all the time
Then they turn right around and break them
like ten
But I was the same out there, I was badder again
So by thirteen, we was back in the ends (we're back)
But bringin' me back to that shitty
addicted...
First time went by & by...
And years later, boy still flickin!
Orlando magic got me shaq'd up...
Quarter gallon got me backed up...
Trap music got
reflectin'
A system that's abrupt, the streets under pressure
One morning in the mirror, I seen my reflection
A young man with good spirits but needed
order
In the field right now
Movin' with my soldiers
Shoot a nigga try to run up on me
Call a lawyer i ain't even gotta' say I
Got it by the quarters
Aye
to ride with you
Every morning with your eyes on lock thinking
Seven kisses by my side i wanna ride with it
Fuck this liquor all i wanna do is talk with you
talkin' about they was comin' out like players tonight
They won't let me in with my pistol, I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when
the type to do some hoe shit and hide yo hand
I'm the type to break it down tax em' by the gram
You the type to fuck up then run off on the plug
I'm the type
Early in my morning
Wash the night away
Honey on my mind
Flowing in my veins
Bottles on the table
Shining clear as day
Ice cubes in the glass
Melting
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mama and daddy singing along to Don McLean
psycho's!
Why you readin' to me from the bible?
Get away from muthafucka I hate you!
On the morning of your B-Day I'm a take you.
Days go by and I'm lookin
ain't hit your opp block, but you been hittin' your girl
My P-U-B's a quarter mill in the mail
I'll make it further than you, why? 'Cah I'm willin'
inches and stepped off the half ounce I was standing on
My regular customer and I were out by the gas pump smoking a joint at three in the morning
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