7AM

Woke up 7 in the morning
Drenched in my sweat it's pouring
In the drought of the storm good morning
Checked the time and the eagles were soaring
Fly out west in the backrooms
I was passed out in my bathroom
Every time I rap I feel like I'm mad too
All your friends feel really bad for you

Sitting there I got nothing to do
Woke up I got nothing to lose
People say they got something to prove
I don't believe it till you show me your clues
I'm a swimmer and a rapper I got something
To do
Imagine one day with the medals that im
Singing to schools
Every time I think about that i'm under rules
Under guidelines and a plaque is forming
I'm not ready to lose

Woke up thinking I got something to prove
Waking up to see everything look blue
Looking at the thunder clouds
They looking at you
Looking at you ay ay
People really care about opinions
Nowadays if you think about
Something then you get framed
I feel like I'm being sprayed by the police
Every time I got a Glock it's on me
I feel sometimes that this is my object
But then again I feel like
I'm being robbed than
People say they have a lot of
Depression but what's on
My mind is nothing to regret
I got something to do
And I got something to prove
Life is like the Lottery
Cause you can either win or lose
Every time that I win
It's like 5 or 2
Every song I listen too
Is about you

Yeah it's about you
Every time I rap I feel like
I'm in the drought too drought
Like I said I woke up in that storm well
look where I am now I am in the well
Yeah wishing well
Woke up with my own label that's
Another thing
I'm buying everything
It's my only dream
Swimmers and guides to falling
Everybody knows that
Your always falling
Balling as a pro like Michael Jordan
23 every time I rap get me a warrant
I feel like I need to be jailed cause im
Boring Nah that's not true
It's pouring
Woke up to fill my cup
And I poured it
Then I stirred it with ice it was
Morning and then
I looked at the time it was nine
Every time that I rap
Juice WRLD 999

Woke up 7 in the morning
Drenched in my sweat it's pouring
In the drought of the storm good morning
Checked the time and the eagles were soaring
Fly out west in the backrooms
I was passed out in my bathroom
Every time I rap I feel mad too
All your friends feel bad for you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Na na yeah yeah



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Writer(s): Austin Scola
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