Good Morning

Yea, mm, oo, yea

Woke up in the mornin', feelin' great
Chicken on the table for my family, yea yea
Sorry I couldn't make it, I'm workin' late
Uh, uh
Niggas be goin' out sad
That shit so sad to me
Yea, yea
Maybe it's not me, it's you
A heart is to not be misused, unprofessional
Saw that money now I'm glued
Nothin' ain't happen way too soon
I am way too in tune, with myself

I don't need no help, you niggas bottom shelf
Paid the price just to live this life
And I ain't in no debt
If you ain't got nothin' left to do
Get off yo ass and get a check
Nigga don't disrespect
Aretha Franklin would approve this message
I seen blessings rain down from the lord
She gon' wish for me a shooting star
That's how it start
I don't be talkin' down on these niggas
They look up to me, yea
She in love wit me
Girl what you want from me
You not the one for me

Woke up in the mornin', feelin' great
Chicken on the table for my family, yea yea
Sorry I couldn't make it, I'm workin' late
Uh, uh
Niggas be goin' out sad
That shit so sad to me
Yea, yea
Maybe it's not me, it's you
A heart is to not be misused, unprofessional
Saw that money now I'm glued
Nothin' ain't happen way too soon
I am way too in tune, with myself

Yea, yea, yea yea, mm

Paper chasin' money on my mind, yea
I know where to find it
Red all in my eyelids
No days off
Talk a lot, they don't say enough
Dirty game, they don't play at all
Lemme stop while I'm ahead
Before I go too far
Nigga, you can't be mad
You the one who chose that route
I'ma need that deposit
Or i gotta turn that down
Beggars can't be, mmm
Naw, she choosy
Caught me slippin, doozy
But, it cant be no you and me
Ooowee

Woke up in the mornin', feelin' great
Chicken on the table for my family, yea yea
Sorry I couldn't make it, I'm workin' late
Uh, uh
Niggas be goin' out sad
That shit so sad to me
Yea, yea
Maybe it's not me, it's you
A heart is to not be misused, unprofessional
Saw that money now I'm glued
Nothin' ain't happen way too soon
I am way too in tune, with myself

Aye, now this feelin' is amazin'
Fucked around and got the job I love
So this shit isn't drainin'
Mama was my dad, love how she raised me
Yea, trade it all back
You couldn't pay me, naw

Woke up in the mornin', feelin' great
Chicken on the table for my family, yea yea
Sorry I couldn't make it, I'm workin' late
Uh, uh
Niggas be goin' out sad
That shit so sad to me
Yea, yea
Maybe it's not me, it's you
A heart is to not be misused, unprofessional
Saw that money now I'm glued
Nothin' ain't happen way too soon
I am way too in tune, with myself



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Writer(s): Trevion Chisolm
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