Alright

Wake up in the morning know we feeling alright
Look outside the window know the sun is shining bright
Yesterday was shit but now we feeling alright feeling alright

Wake up in the morning gotta roll me a blab
I prefer Dutch but white owls ain't that bad
If you hating on me well I guess ur sad
Cuz my views going up come now don't be mad
Hold up wait back that shit up like u mater
Tell them haters see u later
I'm on top I have to stay there
Sippin juice like it's a day care
Poppin bottles for the good times
Have some fun with all these good rhymes
Smoking just to get high
My chain hang just like some windchimes
Yea I'm too sick finna go to the doctor
My team winnin got a super bowl roster
And my mom raised me by herself so I wouldn't be a foster
Ha bitch ass nigga tried to steal from me
But it's ok u know I got the keys
To my city so what u tellin me
U mixed being broke with ur jealousy

Wake up in the morning know we feeling alright
Look outside the window know the sun is shining bright
Yesterday was shit but now we feeling alright feeling alright

Wake up in the morning gotta roll me a blab
I prefer Dutch but white owls ain't that bad
If you hating on me well I guess ur sad
Cuz my views going up come now don't be mad

Yeah aye pipe up we don't pipe down
Told them haters I'm done waiting gotta get this shit right now
Yeah hold up we don't fold up
Grab them 4s then pour it up
I smoke me a wood to the face and I'm stuck
Hard liquor Ian chasin my cup ain't chasin a bitch I'm chasin a buck
Came from the slum want a Bentley truck
And lil bitch Ian dumb I just don't give a fuck
Yea yea and I popped a bean like fuck you mean
World got cold now I clutch the steam
Better duck the beam it can touch ya team bitch

Wake up in the morning know we feeling alright
Look outside the window know the sun is shining bright
Yesterday was shit but now we feeling alright feeling alright

Wake up in the morning gotta roll me a blab
I prefer Dutch but white owls ain't that bad
If you hating on me well I guess ur sad
Cuz my views going up come now don't be mad



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Thompson Jr.
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