SAD IN the MORNING (feat. Bomber, Euphemistic & Ryan Rev)

I hate waking up sad in the morning
Bout to go and take a drive, engine roaring
When you hop up in my ride we go soaring
Away away away away

Three boxes and they going quick
My mind is bout to dip
I take a sniff and hit a whip
Aye
I can't help but tell it how it is
If I take a day off they all wondering where I went
I've been sick since I'm six
Always had a bitch
Never scared to hit a lick
Never scared to take a trip
Never scared to run my lip 'cause only real is what I spit
Yeah it's always been that way because I never switched

I've been so high like a comet to eliminate my pain
In change paid homage
I'm whipping in a phantom talk bout how I'm feeling haunted
Blasting off like I'm team rocket
My Civic like a cottage
I do whatever I know is me when I'm in my fucking pocket
Whip up until I trip up need a fix of weed and cigs
Bum em from the homie till he's muthafuckin pissed
Here's a carton as a gift
That just be the life we live
Now we're bout to light the piff

He's at it again
Yeah that's what they say
They see me moving see me pushing all this heavy weight
He's at it again
Yeah no mistake
I'm the one they love to hate but try to recreate
The real villain
With a lot of winnings
All my enemies I'm pinning
1, 2, 3 And now they finished
I'm the real villain
Making a killing
I'm the only one who did it the way that I did it huh

I hate waking up sad in the morning
Bout to go and take a drive, engine roaring
When you hop up in my ride we go soaring
Away away away away
I hate waking up sad in the morning
I hate waking up sad in the morning
I hate waking up sad in the morning
I hate waking up sad in the morning