T O P P A T H E M O R N I N (G L O R Y) Lyrics

Top of the morning

Top of the day

Seize the glory

And pray the gay away

On my glory-hole shit

Imma toilet bowl in nick's backyard

Backstreets, get you a bitch with some kneepads

She came with kneepads and did three blunts

Smoked three stripes like adidas

Shit she finna sign away her mind

This that collateral damage in the cryogenic booth

Like why you bitches crying about traffic

I been runnin yard

Get the gmas barkin

Get em barkin up

Bury the hatchet

Bury the axe in the backyard

On the backbeats

Stackin it up like it was grand prix

Fuck all you stupid vancouver pussy shit

Like this that enver creek bullshit

On my fuckin Wanda

On my fuckin cold shit

Imma fuckin twirl my glass around and wait for the fuckin doors to open

The snow move fast cuz

I'm a fuckin fantastic godfather

I'm fuckin on one

Yup she came with kneepads

Did three lines

Like she was adidas

Yuh

She came with kneepads

She did three lines

Like she was adidas

Yuh

Aw