Morning

In the morning, in the morning I rise and grind

In the evening, in the evening get baked, it's time

Double dutch extra blunts

Trouble stuck, jig is up

Huddle punt, next to front

Puddle jump, tunnel run

In the morning, in the morning I rise and grind

In the evening, in the evening get baked, it's time

In the morning, in the morning I rise and grind

In the evening, in the evening get baked, it's time

Bubble butt, cuddle one

Sudden rush, friendly hun

Never once, trauma dump

Save the crunch, patient son

In the morning, in the morning I rise and grind

In the evening, in the evening get baked, it's time

Fried by sun, five-star nugs

Diamond blood, sacred stuff

Prize was won, tendered bud

Closest one, open up

In the morning, in the morning I rise and grind

In the evening, in the evening get baked, it's time

In the morning, in the morning I rise and grind

In the evening, in the evening get baked, it's time

Smells become, a pleasant one

In my nostrils, out my lungs

Blaze so much I'm waking up

In foreign lands with ancient drugs

In the morning, in the morning I rise and grind

In the evening, in the evening get baked, it's time