Hook:

Wake up, good morning

I got some new self worth for ya

Wake up, good evening

You got that love and I need it

Wake up, good morning

We’ve got build on this story

Wake up, good evening

You’ve got to know I can’t leave ya…

Nick Weaver:

Flick my Bic/Black and Mild next hit/Set trip off the meth head lit cigarette/On the corner of Pike and Bell/Ratchet hoes dwell/As I’m smashing chicken fingers by the roach motel/So frail it all seems/Sell us all dreams/Big Q with the Pelligrino Saltines/And the chicken finger dippin/We were Zig Zag sippin’/Figured out all our problems were still cash and women/Rash decisions, still burn you though/Wake up gurgle slow/Neti pot to the dome/Nasacort to the nose/And my clothes in the dryer/Cuz I spose she knows that on the low I was lyin’/No triumph, just trials with the tribs/The fibs you trying out straight lying what it is/Linin’ up the lips shorty knock ‘em all down/Roll around the way and you can be my bowling ball now, but…

Please

Now what you really gonna do to me?

We done worked so hard to live with who we are so my lady I’mma just let it breathe

Yeah time to let it be

You wanna see fangs or you wanna see teeth?

Everybody’s always got to something to say

And we all good shade just waitin’ underneath

And they wanna see you bleed

So get on that stage and you let it just bleed

All over these tracks, all over these beats

All over these corporate bottomless seats

All over your 82 hour work week

All over these streets that steady turn the cheek

All over these people that never gonna be

Changing nothing cuz they won’t face what’s underneath…

(Hook 1x)

Anthony Briscoe:

And I

I’ve been waiting my whole life

Just to find

Something I love

And I can live with inside

See I’ve been working

Through the pain

Trying to be

My own change

So when I look in the mirror

I’d like to smile at the face I see…

(Hook 1x)