Time To Wake Up ft. Lil Peet Lyrics

Good morning!

You're listening to 99.9, this is ENTRTNMNT Radio

So grab a nice, hot cup of coffee cause it's about that time again

That's right, it's time to wake up!

It's been too fuckin' great and I don't know how to feel

I mean, I love the commitment, but I'm not convinced that you're real

Got my head spinning way too fast, need you to take my foot off the gas

I know we loved each other before, but now's a different deal

You know I love you but it's getting kinda crazy

You get so bummed out when I'm talkin' with my friends

I think it can't get any worse but you amaze me

This is a rough ride, but I hope it never ends

It's time to wake up, so get out of bed and start the day

Don't overthink, I know you'll be there for me anyway

Time to wake up, I'm here for your love, we're evergreen

Baby, you're toxic, but you're toxic with me

It's been two fuckin' weeks and I can't get out of bed (Of bed, of bed)

I mean, there's just not a reason, and recently I'm in my head (My head, my head)

How am I supposed to heal when everything just got so fuckin' real

I think in the current moment, I'd be happier dead (Ahem)

Am I just not good enough to be your boyfriend?

Honestly, if that's the reason then I understand

Cause recently I haven't even been a person

Dad's at the door with breakfast and it's 1PM (It's 1PM?)

It's time to wake up, so get out of bed and start the day

Don't overthink, you know she never wanted you to stay

Time to wake up, take your first shower of the week

Put on a brave face, don't let them see you weak

It's about midnight and I'm still under a panic

Whether it's normal or not, don't change my state of manic

You're a worthless dick and all that you do is galvanic

Put off all your dates, listen to Will Wood and get satanic

Baby, won't you play along with me?

The present holds nothing that is meant for me

I got 2020 vision, what's wrong with me?

Sophomoric self destructive pussy dwelling on me

Most of my days are spent doing zilch

Cum in my sheets, a farmer to my milch

I'm one poke away to making you pilch

We boutta get evil, we boutta go filch

Problems get pushed to the point of no sum

I'm boutta pop but I can't chew gum

Instead grab a bottle and down some rum

Distractin' me from the urge to cum

So baby, won't you play along with me?

I cannot find someone that's right for me

I guess I'm just a waste to society

But you could change the me to rhyme with we