Good Morning Lyrics

"My voice is like... my voice when I wake up is like, "Hey, I work in the radio station - Welcome to Madrid Station Radio.""

And we back again, and we back again

Yeah, alright

That's it, done with this waking up late shit

Every Madrileño tryna put you on the night shift

Tight ship, Tom Saw, rain check, one state:

Thinking 'bout a beat waiting on me back at my place

Every first take is my last take

Looking at the green gotta watch how the grass breaks

Looking at the gram gonna see how the ass shakes

Every algorithm taking diesel out ya gas tank

Every club feeling like it's Shawshank

Fuck that, Tom Saw 'bout to turn to Tom Hanks

Break out the jail, put a match to the whole space

Bump French Press, females got the stank face

It's time to bounce out that bottom bunk

Get ya day going, don't get caught up in the funk

My best friend told me that I had to spit my stuff

So I took the bus to work, I scribbled standing up

That's what's up, and I'm never sitting down

Cuz the world's moving fast and I'm tryna stick around

I used to let my face fall straight to the ground

But I let it all go when I focused on my sound

Good morning, gotta add this track to the track list

French Press, squeezing out the raps for these backless,

Bitches, no vertebrae, still doing Atkins

If dudes never heard of me, stab 'em with a cactus

That's sick, now let me take a fat piss

And think about all this other crazy ass, dumb shit

Facts getting spat from every news outlet

Inaccurate, fake ass anchors looking plastic

Caskets, never saw bin Laden's capped chest

Or Jeff Ep evidence coming from the courtship

Horseshit, corpses, millionaire Porsches

Fortress, fortified, filthy fucking mortgage

I'm bored bitch, Saw, please stop talking politics

And worry 'bout who the fuck is gonna be the one copping this

Tired of this rap game, I really just started it

RIP DOOM, want that metal mask partnership

And I came for the cartilage

And I wanna be a part of it

Whole family heritage, full of some artisans

Failed out of business school, only good at marketing

Spark it then, beats accompanied by some keef

That'll get ya head bobbing, get the fans out their seat

But never let it get to ya, stuck on the reef

Wake up with a fresh mind, let the coffee break the sleep, like

Good morning, gotta add this track to the track list

French press, squeezing out the raps for these backless,

Bitches, no vertebrae, still doing Atkins

If dudes never heard of me, stab 'em with a cactus