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