"Every Morning" lyrics
Wake up barely tell that's me
Last night trippin no memory
1-2-3 fall to both knees, "I'll clean that up before I leave"
Say it every morning
Do this shit every morning
Two hits bout every morning
Fucked up bout every mornin
Yuh
Last night what a disaster, I see that girl, so remember
I feed that bird, don't need that skirt, she fiend for purp
She need that work, don't bother
We been fucked up 4 days, no problem
Callin me daddy, ain't got no daughter
Shit ironic, cause in reality, actually
She ain't got a father
That's USA
That's You and Me
That's fucked up every single Saturday
Stretch that shit to next Saturday
That frat night life mentality
That knife cut white, she mad at me
Hangin half way off that balcony
That's word to Sean, that shit spoke to me
And Hopefully, she done with the coke you see
Been over seas
Been over board with hoes
Like I over see
All that snow up in her nose
Never notice me
So she gon do some more think she focusing
Please don't OD on ADD sweetie this shit just You and Me
You hurt
Wake up barely tell that's me
Last night trippin no memory
1-2-3 fall to both knees, "I'll clean that up before I leave"
Say it every morning
Do this shit every morning
Two hits bout every morning
Fucked up bout every mornin
Yuh
Purple set of percasets
About 4 more I'll admit I'm a nervous wreck
Seen certain serpants linger around the singers
That you listen to, these non believers
Seen the devil in the red dress haunting us
Seen her follow us across all the continents
Seen my homies dead but I'm poppin this
I pop molly, oxy cotton, darvaset
Bottom of the bottle full throttle
No I can't forget
Same as your Soul, so hollow
Ain't got no problems
Don't pay no rent
Cocaine all day
You're brains a mess
Therapist stressed
Confess with your dick pressed straight to your chest say that you can't go a week
Without a handful of drinks
Now you're losing sleep, your life a lucid dream
Psychosis focusing on opening the devil worshipi9ng
But you go to church
Sit nervously, sweating again
It's 108 degrees your stressed again
Ain't going to heaven my friend
You've been sent
The opposite direction
Sick of sinnin spinnin women
You!
Wake up barely tell that's me
Last night trippin no memory
1-2-3 fall to both knees, "I'll clean that up before I leave"
Say it every morning
Do this shit every morning
Two hits bout every morning
Fucked up bout every mornin
Yuh
Last night trippin no memory
1-2-3 fall to both knees, "I'll clean that up before I leave"
Say it every morning
Do this shit every morning
Two hits bout every morning
Fucked up bout every mornin
Yuh
Last night what a disaster, I see that girl, so remember
I feed that bird, don't need that skirt, she fiend for purp
She need that work, don't bother
We been fucked up 4 days, no problem
Callin me daddy, ain't got no daughter
Shit ironic, cause in reality, actually
She ain't got a father
That's USA
That's You and Me
That's fucked up every single Saturday
Stretch that shit to next Saturday
That frat night life mentality
That knife cut white, she mad at me
Hangin half way off that balcony
That's word to Sean, that shit spoke to me
And Hopefully, she done with the coke you see
Been over seas
Been over board with hoes
Like I over see
All that snow up in her nose
Never notice me
So she gon do some more think she focusing
Please don't OD on ADD sweetie this shit just You and Me
You hurt
Wake up barely tell that's me
Last night trippin no memory
1-2-3 fall to both knees, "I'll clean that up before I leave"
Say it every morning
Do this shit every morning
Two hits bout every morning
Fucked up bout every mornin
Yuh
Purple set of percasets
About 4 more I'll admit I'm a nervous wreck
Seen certain serpants linger around the singers
That you listen to, these non believers
Seen the devil in the red dress haunting us
Seen her follow us across all the continents
Seen my homies dead but I'm poppin this
I pop molly, oxy cotton, darvaset
Bottom of the bottle full throttle
No I can't forget
Same as your Soul, so hollow
Ain't got no problems
Don't pay no rent
Cocaine all day
You're brains a mess
Therapist stressed
Confess with your dick pressed straight to your chest say that you can't go a week
Without a handful of drinks
Now you're losing sleep, your life a lucid dream
Psychosis focusing on opening the devil worshipi9ng
But you go to church
Sit nervously, sweating again
It's 108 degrees your stressed again
Ain't going to heaven my friend
You've been sent
The opposite direction
Sick of sinnin spinnin women
You!
Wake up barely tell that's me
Last night trippin no memory
1-2-3 fall to both knees, "I'll clean that up before I leave"
Say it every morning
Do this shit every morning
Two hits bout every morning
Fucked up bout every mornin
Yuh
