Good Morning Lyrics

Uh, I'm so glad I haven't peaked in high school

The fall off afterwards is not worth being the eye food

Getting G's to like you, feelin' like Ice Cube

The way I'm having a good day right after my snooze

I plan on blowing on the rap scene with my tunes

And get the paparazzi asking "Cheese" while I cruise

Down the street with beats that make the ground move like it's a typhoon

No mask when I say all y'all MF's gon' meet your doom

I'm an immaculate poet, the coldest you bastards know of

I'm way past Edgar Allen Poe cause I don't recall him having flow

My pockets packing this dough

Rhymes hot as 'basco and coal

Might drop a stack and some O's

If I want a tag like "The G.O.A.T."

Diamond rocks attached to the coat

Light shines off the back like a strobe

Ice on my jacket like snow

But won't hold back the cold

Explains why all these lines are sticking with y'all like some residue on the nose

But on another note, hello, and good morning

Why you spending every second that you blessed with on your bed?

That just sounds like a waste of a day

Good morning

Why you keeping all them dreams in your head?

I just get up with the sun and hit play (Is this recording?)

Good morning

And what you mean you have wrongs?

Try to turn them into rights for your sake (And that's the moral)

Good morning

And why you listenin' to this song?

You got better things to do or create

It seems the picture that I been painting is messy, but the canvas is my peer

So just treat it with a squint and then you'll get the idea

Picasso in the flesh, but Macho when I aggress

Ain't no stopping when I rock it, pages flying like M.I.A.

Paper planes, the way all my writtens take flight with the loose leaf

I call that blowing trees

But I don't do no weed, no coke or lean

I flow with ease

But with every beat I pick, I split the seas

So smooth, even when I'm tearing up the rap scene

I'm blowing up soon, you can bet your ass I'm calling it

Osama ain't got nothing on me once the bomb is lit

Obama can just give me a call once I'm turned in

It's time my neck carries a medal, because I've earned it

And get me on the next DeGeneres episode (Wait)

Ten years down the road, people gon' regret saying "I bet he won't"

Huh, you bet he did

And ever since eleven, it was evident I'm meant for this

This sentence is my testament, uh

(Reminiscing as I'm making an ascension with my penmanship, oh right, yeah)

Good morning

Why you spending every second that you blessed with on your bed?

That just sounds like a waste of a day

Good morning

Why you keeping all them dreams in your head?

I just get up with the sun and hit play (Is this recording?)

Good morning

And what you mean you have wrongs?

Try to turn them into rights for your sake (And that's the moral)

Good morning

And why you listenin' to this song?

You got better things to do or create

Good morning, good morning

Good morning, good morning

Everyday it's good morning, good morning

Good morning (Good morning)