Woke up in the morning
Wiped the crust up out your eyes
The sun is blinding in the room
Shining in disguise
You ready for the day and what your niggas got in mind
Optimistic feelings, mixing lemon with the lime
And now I know you thinking 'bout them times
Where the peoples wasn't there for you
Depression smacked you in the face
The violent thoughts is scaring you
I promise it's a new day and the
Chirping birds is tangible
You scratching with the claws like it was mandible
But wait, hold up, think about them times where
Everyone was feeling great
And you had
20 bad bitches with some
Steak up on your plate
And you had
20 different messages, you had to save the dates
'Cause in reality, you tried not to be late
For the good news
And the sexes by the rates
It's the big fuse
That fired up the love instead of hate
It's the big tunes, you bumping in the ears
Probably Drake, or in your living room
The speaker blasting, not running from jakes
Hold up wait, hold up
Uh, f*ck, shit
Okay, well what about them other times
When you and all your bros was taking trips up in the Columbine
Wait, no, no, I mean Columbia
The O.T. movements, passing time
Writing all your raps inside your notes instead of doing crimes
Now that was good right
See, it ain't all bad and shit
But promise you won't slit the throats of niggas in the passing tense
They all gone and dead, and you ain't kill them
So that's happiness
Just think about them motherf*cking cactuses
Cacti, or whatever way you say it
It don't really matter
Bake it then you shake it
Kind of like you just releasing bladder
Either that you fake it or you make it
You might choose the latter
Never listen to them hating niggas and they
Chitter Chatter
Never listen to them niggas tryin' to bring you down
It's been 3 years putting work in
Wear your f*cking crown
You lost a lot of people in your life but
Don't you fr
F*ck
F*cked up
Uh
Shit
Should I keep this as
Yea
I kind of like that
'Cause either way I'm spreading positivity
I might keep this as a little verse, you know
'Cause it goes with the beat, goes with the verse
Goes with
You know what, yea
Just keep that
I like that
That's it
Aye, and everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
Aye
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
For the night
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
Aye
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
For the night
Apostle. - Good Morning Freestyle Lyrics
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Woke up in the morning
Wiped the crust up out your eyes
The sun is blinding in the room
Shining in disguise
You ready for the day and what your niggas got in mind
Optimistic feelings, mixing lemon with the lime
And now I know you thinking 'bout them times
Where the peoples wasn't there for you
Depression smacked you in the face
The violent thoughts is scaring you
I promise it's a new day and the
Chirping birds is tangible
You scratching with the claws like it was mandible
But wait, hold up, think about them times where
Everyone was feeling great
And you had
20 bad bitches with some
Steak up on your plate
And you had
20 different messages, you had to save the dates
'Cause in reality, you tried not to be late
For the good news
And the sexes by the rates
It's the big fuse
That fired up the love instead of hate
It's the big tunes, you bumping in the ears
Probably Drake, or in your living room
The speaker blasting, not running from jakes
Hold up wait, hold up
Uh, f*ck, shit
Okay, well what about them other times
When you and all your bros was taking trips up in the Columbine
Wait, no, no, I mean Columbia
The O.T. movements, passing time
Writing all your raps inside your notes instead of doing crimes
Now that was good right
See, it ain't all bad and shit
But promise you won't slit the throats of niggas in the passing tense
They all gone and dead, and you ain't kill them
So that's happiness
Just think about them motherf*cking cactuses
Cacti, or whatever way you say it
It don't really matter
Bake it then you shake it
Kind of like you just releasing bladder
Either that you fake it or you make it
You might choose the latter
Never listen to them hating niggas and they
Chitter Chatter
Never listen to them niggas tryin' to bring you down
It's been 3 years putting work in
Wear your f*cking crown
You lost a lot of people in your life but
Don't you fr
F*ck
F*cked up
Uh
Shit
Should I keep this as
Yea
I kind of like that
'Cause either way I'm spreading positivity
I might keep this as a little verse, you know
'Cause it goes with the beat, goes with the verse
Goes with
You know what, yea
Just keep that
I like that
That's it
Aye, and everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
Aye
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
For the night
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
Aye
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
For the night
Wiped the crust up out your eyes
The sun is blinding in the room
Shining in disguise
You ready for the day and what your niggas got in mind
Optimistic feelings, mixing lemon with the lime
And now I know you thinking 'bout them times
Where the peoples wasn't there for you
Depression smacked you in the face
The violent thoughts is scaring you
I promise it's a new day and the
Chirping birds is tangible
You scratching with the claws like it was mandible
But wait, hold up, think about them times where
Everyone was feeling great
And you had
20 bad bitches with some
Steak up on your plate
And you had
20 different messages, you had to save the dates
'Cause in reality, you tried not to be late
For the good news
And the sexes by the rates
It's the big fuse
That fired up the love instead of hate
It's the big tunes, you bumping in the ears
Probably Drake, or in your living room
The speaker blasting, not running from jakes
Hold up wait, hold up
Uh, f*ck, shit
Okay, well what about them other times
When you and all your bros was taking trips up in the Columbine
Wait, no, no, I mean Columbia
The O.T. movements, passing time
Writing all your raps inside your notes instead of doing crimes
Now that was good right
See, it ain't all bad and shit
But promise you won't slit the throats of niggas in the passing tense
They all gone and dead, and you ain't kill them
So that's happiness
Just think about them motherf*cking cactuses
Cacti, or whatever way you say it
It don't really matter
Bake it then you shake it
Kind of like you just releasing bladder
Either that you fake it or you make it
You might choose the latter
Never listen to them hating niggas and they
Chitter Chatter
Never listen to them niggas tryin' to bring you down
It's been 3 years putting work in
Wear your f*cking crown
You lost a lot of people in your life but
Don't you fr
F*ck
F*cked up
Uh
Shit
Should I keep this as
Yea
I kind of like that
'Cause either way I'm spreading positivity
I might keep this as a little verse, you know
'Cause it goes with the beat, goes with the verse
Goes with
You know what, yea
Just keep that
I like that
That's it
Aye, and everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
Aye
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
For the night
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
Aye
And everything's alright alright
Drinking up the henny, or the juicy cold sprite
Let's make some memories for the night
For the night
Writer: Augustus McGhee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid