Back to Top

Mornin' (feat. Tini) Video (MV)




Performed By: Asad Da God
Length: 1:59
Written by: JEF LEE JOHNSON




Asad Da God - Mornin' (feat. Tini) Lyrics




Fill my bong with blue
Calypso and rum
Green glitter, orange crumbs
In there!
Mirror me, in there!
Wash off fear, no bewares
I can't breathe in here
Lost my feet, Got spared!

Between me and you, my glass ceiling's roofed
I can't even see up there
Feeling like a goof, missin' out on plans
The boof and loot and shit
The scoop is catch Asad when his manic
Shift to a bluish red
Indigo been sensitive (transcendence shit)
Heightened to the senses man
Ancestors looking out for me
Somebody looking for me
Alternative is, I'm winging this shit
And looking around say I'm doing aight
I ain't been sober in nineteen or so nights
Nine or so years
Cause I had good sight
And peeped all the bullshit
Real recognize real so I packed a wood bitch
And got on a flight
Running from everything in my life
Lessons turn blessings turn frights
But love burn one on sight
Cause every morning Asad wake up
It's another morning he might

Adderall and collard greens remind of my childhood
Ethanol and socrates escaped me from a vile hood
A gal up on the soccer team taught me that I could smile good
Mind hits me like a lumberjack, but I ain't trying to pile wood
Ain't no drink in here, think I need some more
Rhymes are crystal clear, like my mind off dro
No sight I still steer, left my mind on go
Asad sends me tracks , I just match the flow

Fill my bong with blue
Calypso and rum
Green glitter, orange crumbs
In there!
Mirror me, In there!
Wash off fear, no bewares
I can't breathe in here
Lost my feet, Got spared!

Between me and you, my glass ceiling's roofed
I can't even see up there
Feeling like a goof, missin' out on plans
Back from the dead
Mo where you been
Looking off the shits
I'm still with the shits
Back from the crypt
More sacred and grateful than I ever been
My seat at the table
Been whispering here
Come take me and tell all these niggas who here
I wanna start riots, the fire
It mimic my hair
Smoke billowing up in the air
Asad da God da Flare
Light up, no lighter
Have you on the tip of ya chair
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Fill my bong with blue
Calypso and rum
Green glitter, orange crumbs
In there!
Mirror me, in there!
Wash off fear, no bewares
I can't breathe in here
Lost my feet, Got spared!

Between me and you, my glass ceiling's roofed
I can't even see up there
Feeling like a goof, missin' out on plans
The boof and loot and shit
The scoop is catch Asad when his manic
Shift to a bluish red
Indigo been sensitive (transcendence shit)
Heightened to the senses man
Ancestors looking out for me
Somebody looking for me
Alternative is, I'm winging this shit
And looking around say I'm doing aight
I ain't been sober in nineteen or so nights
Nine or so years
Cause I had good sight
And peeped all the bullshit
Real recognize real so I packed a wood bitch
And got on a flight
Running from everything in my life
Lessons turn blessings turn frights
But love burn one on sight
Cause every morning Asad wake up
It's another morning he might

Adderall and collard greens remind of my childhood
Ethanol and socrates escaped me from a vile hood
A gal up on the soccer team taught me that I could smile good
Mind hits me like a lumberjack, but I ain't trying to pile wood
Ain't no drink in here, think I need some more
Rhymes are crystal clear, like my mind off dro
No sight I still steer, left my mind on go
Asad sends me tracks , I just match the flow

Fill my bong with blue
Calypso and rum
Green glitter, orange crumbs
In there!
Mirror me, In there!
Wash off fear, no bewares
I can't breathe in here
Lost my feet, Got spared!

Between me and you, my glass ceiling's roofed
I can't even see up there
Feeling like a goof, missin' out on plans
Back from the dead
Mo where you been
Looking off the shits
I'm still with the shits
Back from the crypt
More sacred and grateful than I ever been
My seat at the table
Been whispering here
Come take me and tell all these niggas who here
I wanna start riots, the fire
It mimic my hair
Smoke billowing up in the air
Asad da God da Flare
Light up, no lighter
Have you on the tip of ya chair
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: JEF LEE JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing

Back to: Asad Da God

Tags:
No tags yet