SAD IN THE MORNING

I hate waking up sad in the morning

Bout to go and take a drive, engine roaring

When you hop up in my ride we go soaring

Away away away away

Three boxes and they going quick

My mind is bout to dip

I take a sniff and hit a whip

Aye

I can't help but tell it how it is

If I take a day off they all wondering where I went

I've been sick since I'm six

Always had a bitch

Never scared to hit a lick

Never scared to take a trip

Never scared to run my lip 'cause only real is what I spit

Yeah it's always been that way because I never switched

I've been so high like a comet to eliminate my pain

In change paid homage

I'm whipping in a phantom talk bout how I'm feeling haunted

Blasting off like I'm team rocket

My Civic like a cottage

I do whatever I know is me when I'm in my fucking pocket

Whip up until I trip up need a fix of weed and cigs

Bum em from the homie till he's muthafuckin pissed

Here's a carton as a gift

That just be the life we live

Now we're bout to light the piff

He's at it again

Yeah that's what they say

They see me moving see me pushing all this heavy weight

He's at it again

Yeah no mistake

I'm the one they love to hate but try to recreate

The real villain

With a lot of winnings

All my enemies I'm pinning

1, 2, 3 And now they finished

I'm the real villain

Making a killing

I'm the only one who did it the way that I did it huh

I hate waking up sad in the morning

Bout to go and take a drive, engine roaring

When you hop up in my ride we go soaring

Away away away away

I hate waking up sad in the morning

I hate waking up sad in the morning

I hate waking up sad in the morning

I hate waking up sad in the morning