Sorry if I woke you, but f*ck it, I was suppose to
Give you something good to look forward to like Folgers
I'm good til the last drop
You Amanda Diva, I'm Marsha Ambrosia
Without me, there is no flow in the south bruh
Ain't no space, ain't no canal
Boy I'm here for now
I'm here to space it out
No Aleon Craft
I'm stiff as a board; light as a feather
Hear me out. Levitate above the cloud
Cumulous, accumulating, precipitation, be patient
Perspiration from all of my fans, enough to bust a basin
Plus I'm tryna flush the nation
Reign supreme from bust-it-babies, to analytical niggas
With that high rate graduation
Wait, I will never become complacent, cause of my displacement
On behalf of chattel slavery, and the indigenous population
Epileptic mind is racing. My irregular heartbeat beat my flaws
Shout out to Marietta dawg
Franklin road, I learned the game, Powder Springs, I learned to tame
My emotions but I'm loose again, everybody knew me as a hooper man
Ask the Cobb, I'm not no fraud, R.I.P my nigga Rod
W-B, Woozie, DNA, trips to the Mac-town
Tryna get paid
85 C-N-T to Charlotte, SFR finna f*ck the market
You ain't gotta play me in the clubs
In the CD decks, I go the hardest
So when you get finish jumping to O Let's Do It
Throw in some of that N-O-T-I-Q music
The iLliterate Papers nigga... uh
Shyt, I be faced with long nights
Cold days, the storm stays
Awoken with bad news in the morning
The sun don't raise
So I unroll my paper
You tell me that's where the truth at
I flip through life everyday
So where's your proof at
God is my witness, intent
Front page is for business
Turn to the classifieds for my hit list
Lifestyle, leisure for women
Flip to the obits for my haters
Snitches entertainment critics
Readers digest underdog. Home and garden
Can you dig it (Get it)
Columnists for my niggas
Police blot but I pen this
Career listings for some pennies
Travel guide to spread my mission
Advertisers are like labels
Make decisions
But I specifically spit it
Percentage of my check gets cut this content I live I give it
Impact from my potent penning
Perspective from your submission
Articulate my position
Program directors stay predicting what my purpose vision
Of a forecaster master, editor in chief
Won't be released til I clear it
Notiq - Coffee Lyrics
Notiq - Coffee Lyrics
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Sorry if I woke you, but f*ck it, I was suppose to
Give you something good to look forward to like Folgers
I'm good til the last drop
You Amanda Diva, I'm Marsha Ambrosia
Without me, there is no flow in the south bruh
Ain't no space, ain't no canal
Boy I'm here for now
I'm here to space it out
No Aleon Craft
I'm stiff as a board; light as a feather
Hear me out. Levitate above the cloud
Cumulous, accumulating, precipitation, be patient
Perspiration from all of my fans, enough to bust a basin
Plus I'm tryna flush the nation
Reign supreme from bust-it-babies, to analytical niggas
With that high rate graduation
Wait, I will never become complacent, cause of my displacement
On behalf of chattel slavery, and the indigenous population
Epileptic mind is racing. My irregular heartbeat beat my flaws
Shout out to Marietta dawg
Franklin road, I learned the game, Powder Springs, I learned to tame
My emotions but I'm loose again, everybody knew me as a hooper man
Ask the Cobb, I'm not no fraud, R.I.P my nigga Rod
W-B, Woozie, DNA, trips to the Mac-town
Tryna get paid
85 C-N-T to Charlotte, SFR finna f*ck the market
You ain't gotta play me in the clubs
In the CD decks, I go the hardest
So when you get finish jumping to O Let's Do It
Throw in some of that N-O-T-I-Q music
The iLliterate Papers nigga... uh
Shyt, I be faced with long nights
Cold days, the storm stays
Awoken with bad news in the morning
The sun don't raise
So I unroll my paper
You tell me that's where the truth at
I flip through life everyday
So where's your proof at
God is my witness, intent
Front page is for business
Turn to the classifieds for my hit list
Lifestyle, leisure for women
Flip to the obits for my haters
Snitches entertainment critics
Readers digest underdog. Home and garden
Can you dig it (Get it)
Columnists for my niggas
Police blot but I pen this
Career listings for some pennies
Travel guide to spread my mission
Advertisers are like labels
Make decisions
But I specifically spit it
Percentage of my check gets cut this content I live I give it
Impact from my potent penning
Perspective from your submission
Articulate my position
Program directors stay predicting what my purpose vision
Of a forecaster master, editor in chief
Won't be released til I clear it
Give you something good to look forward to like Folgers
I'm good til the last drop
You Amanda Diva, I'm Marsha Ambrosia
Without me, there is no flow in the south bruh
Ain't no space, ain't no canal
Boy I'm here for now
I'm here to space it out
No Aleon Craft
I'm stiff as a board; light as a feather
Hear me out. Levitate above the cloud
Cumulous, accumulating, precipitation, be patient
Perspiration from all of my fans, enough to bust a basin
Plus I'm tryna flush the nation
Reign supreme from bust-it-babies, to analytical niggas
With that high rate graduation
Wait, I will never become complacent, cause of my displacement
On behalf of chattel slavery, and the indigenous population
Epileptic mind is racing. My irregular heartbeat beat my flaws
Shout out to Marietta dawg
Franklin road, I learned the game, Powder Springs, I learned to tame
My emotions but I'm loose again, everybody knew me as a hooper man
Ask the Cobb, I'm not no fraud, R.I.P my nigga Rod
W-B, Woozie, DNA, trips to the Mac-town
Tryna get paid
85 C-N-T to Charlotte, SFR finna f*ck the market
You ain't gotta play me in the clubs
In the CD decks, I go the hardest
So when you get finish jumping to O Let's Do It
Throw in some of that N-O-T-I-Q music
The iLliterate Papers nigga... uh
Shyt, I be faced with long nights
Cold days, the storm stays
Awoken with bad news in the morning
The sun don't raise
So I unroll my paper
You tell me that's where the truth at
I flip through life everyday
So where's your proof at
God is my witness, intent
Front page is for business
Turn to the classifieds for my hit list
Lifestyle, leisure for women
Flip to the obits for my haters
Snitches entertainment critics
Readers digest underdog. Home and garden
Can you dig it (Get it)
Columnists for my niggas
Police blot but I pen this
Career listings for some pennies
Travel guide to spread my mission
Advertisers are like labels
Make decisions
But I specifically spit it
Percentage of my check gets cut this content I live I give it
Impact from my potent penning
Perspective from your submission
Articulate my position
Program directors stay predicting what my purpose vision
Of a forecaster master, editor in chief
Won't be released til I clear it
Writer: Gabriel Rudd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid