letra de early morning - eli fross
[intro]
ayy
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
(great john on the beat by the way)
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
uh, early in the morning, i’m feelin’ nauseous
had a long night, then i had a short morning
feelin’ like a playboy, all these b-tches on me
tryna play games with your boy like i’m sony
tryna x me out, but a box can’t hold me
came out the drought, give a f-ck if i’m lonely
the way i came up, man, your boy need a trophy
always stay real, i ain’t f-ckin’ with a phony
[verse]
i was on the block, lookin’ up by my lonely
youngin moving hot, had a dream to get a rollie
was only sixteen, but a man in evеry moment
and i don’t need a friend, wasn’t born with a homie
gotta keep a tеn ’cause i know these n-ggas on me
life not a tale, i ain’t never seen a pony
gotta hold it down for the team like i’m kobe
i’m chillin’ with the drill, but that’s not the same for brodie
gotta pay the bills, man, it’s time for me to lock in
get it any means, need that money in my pocket
a n-gga with a dream, but the demon made me drop it
shorty had the key, but she never got to lock it
brodie got the beam, ain’t no runnin’, n-gga, stop it
sellin’ to the fiends, in the trap, i made the profit
and i ain’t gotta tell my n-ggas nothin’, they just pop it
if n-ggas got the bank, then these bullets he deposit, ayy, ayy, ayy
i do not regret the way i’m livin’
the way a n-gga livin’ keep me livid
and shorty want a n-gga with no feelings
you know she like it rough when i k!ll it, yeah
shorty broke my heart, now i’m a menace
and when i take these drugs, i’m never trippin’
and free up all the brodies locked for drillin’
and ever since the accident, i’m never slippin’, yeah
[bridge]
i do not regret the way i’m livin’
and when i take these drugs, i’m never trippin’
shorty broke my heart, now i’m a menace
you know she like it rough when i k!ll it, yeah
[chorus]
uh, early in the morning, i’m feelin’ nauseous
had a long night, then i had a short morning
feelin’ like a playboy, all these b-tches on me
tryna play games with your boy like i’m sony
tryna x me out, but a box can’t hold me
came out the drought, give a f-ck if i’m lonely
the way i came up, man, your boy need a trophy
always stay real, i ain’t f-ckin’ with a phony
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