This Morning (feat. Anesha Birchett)
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
Uh, cold in my eyes, breath stankin'
Had a dream I was still in my '89 Lincoln, yeah
Woke up, told God I was tryna change the world
He said, "Boy, whatchu need? Whatchu thinkin'? (I got it)"
I said, "I need to choose"
He said, "Check your email"
I had a beat there from JuiceBangers
That'll work for some inspiration
808s all like a hockey player
He said, "Go ahead, it's time to shine now"
I'm in your corner like timeout
Let the haters go and sleep sound
They gon' smell the Folgers when you grind out
And, Lord, please forgive me I have envy in my heart
Knowing I'm really Your son, wishing I was just a star
That was when I was selling mixtapes for gas in my car
How dare I look at what I got and say that You ain't gave it all
Know the universe all in Your hands,
But I got ambition the size of a planet
Plus, I'm unqualified like Michael Scott in The Office
But somehow I manage, uh
Why would I panic?
Woke up right out of a casket
This time we 'bout to do damage
He got it covered like bandage
We in like all of my bandits
RMG at it
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I done gave it all to Jesus, but sometime I try to keep it
I done came up from the bottom, but I done rocked arenas
I'd kill the show, get off stage, and still feel like I'm worthless
Maybe I should quit the circus, maybe I forgot my purpose
That's that
See, I ain't tryna get down
But, boy, this life can kick you right into the ground
But I ain't afraid, no
Get up and try, day in, day out
Ooh
That's that dough
The kind that'll cook with you if you let it
The kind that'll kill you off at a murder scene
Get the yellow tape, there's another dream, yeah
We done came a long, long way
Yeah, I mean a long, long way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, fried bologna all on a plate
(all on a plate)
Went from ramen noodles to the real ramen,
Not the kind with the powder (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get filet mignon with the side of the chowder
(clam chowder!)
She deserve it
Worked a million hours, no off day
I want it all
So before I die I'm tryna make every week a vacay, yeah (make a vacay!)
And if I lose it all, I can't sell a record, know I'm okay, yeah (we good!)
'Cause God got me, yeah, God got me, boy, we okay, yeah (we okay!)
So I gotta get it
I can't be out here pretending like I ain't tryna win it (woo!)
Man, I talked a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna live it, yeah
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
Oh
I ain't gotta worry, no
Yeah
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
Uh, cold in my eyes, breath stankin'
Had a dream I was still in my '89 Lincoln, yeah
Woke up, told God I was tryna change the world
He said, "Boy, whatchu need? Whatchu thinkin'? (I got it)"
I said, "I need to choose"
He said, "Check your email"
I had a beat there from JuiceBangers
That'll work for some inspiration
808s all like a hockey player
He said, "Go ahead, it's time to shine now"
I'm in your corner like timeout
Let the haters go and sleep sound
They gon' smell the Folgers when you grind out
And, Lord, please forgive me I have envy in my heart
Knowing I'm really Your son, wishing I was just a star
That was when I was selling mixtapes for gas in my car
How dare I look at what I got and say that You ain't gave it all
Know the universe all in Your hands,
But I got ambition the size of a planet
Plus, I'm unqualified like Michael Scott in The Office
But somehow I manage, uh
Why would I panic?
Woke up right out of a casket
This time we 'bout to do damage
He got it covered like bandage
We in like all of my bandits
RMG at it
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I done gave it all to Jesus, but sometime I try to keep it
I done came up from the bottom, but I done rocked arenas
I'd kill the show, get off stage, and still feel like I'm worthless
Maybe I should quit the circus, maybe I forgot my purpose
That's that
See, I ain't tryna get down
But, boy, this life can kick you right into the ground
But I ain't afraid, no
Get up and try, day in, day out
Ooh
That's that dough
The kind that'll cook with you if you let it
The kind that'll kill you off at a murder scene
Get the yellow tape, there's another dream, yeah
We done came a long, long way
Yeah, I mean a long, long way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, fried bologna all on a plate
(all on a plate)
Went from ramen noodles to the real ramen,
Not the kind with the powder (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get filet mignon with the side of the chowder
(clam chowder!)
She deserve it
Worked a million hours, no off day
I want it all
So before I die I'm tryna make every week a vacay, yeah (make a vacay!)
And if I lose it all, I can't sell a record, know I'm okay, yeah (we good!)
'Cause God got me, yeah, God got me, boy, we okay, yeah (we okay!)
So I gotta get it
I can't be out here pretending like I ain't tryna win it (woo!)
Man, I talked a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna live it, yeah
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning like
What I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
Oh
I ain't gotta worry, no
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Derek L Johnson, William Josiah Howard Reeves, Anesha Birchett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.