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letra de good morning kaw$hun - troy diamond

[verse 1]
this is a higher level of intelligence. open your conscious and let me enter it
back to back and we can go back and forth like a pendulum
back in time-mysp-ce, back and forth-instant messaging
couldn’t write my wrongs, there’s something wrong with my penmanship
give me one chance, a perfect shot like a camera guy
to grab the mic, i promise i’ll make a move like i’m camera shy
listen and i’ll bet you’ll get blown away like a dandelion
scary, mary poppins with moon boots, boy i’m extra fly
stepped in the booth with dayquil, i been sick
spit, bars hot then jaws drop, no french kiss
fighting for it, fighting tooth and nail, call it french tips
and you can count on me just like a long term friendship
i’m on point like headshots with red dots
i need a queen, elizabeth i’m coming like redd foxx
sleeping on me hard, they truly living in bedrock
i’ll never stop, and you quick to back out like dreadlocks
boy, i’m an artist, i’m so much more than a rapper
put the team on my back, i rock all of my jerseys backwards
criss cross, make ‘em disappear call ‘em casper
glo’d up like bruce leroy, tell these dudes that i’m the master
whoa, good morning, people are still yawning
i heard they wasn’t ready, so that’s why my name’s kaw$hun
the warning was premeditated, pardon me i’m levitating
blessed to be alive so every day i live’s a celebration
and when i’m writing sometimes i be feeling hesitant
my cousin tried to tell me these dudes don’t know what they messing with
every line you speak is the greatest rhyme that you’ve ever spit
and even if they hate your music make sure they respecting it
i used to dream about giving my mom the world
used to dream about a rock i could give away to my girl
used to dream but as of lately they’ve all been about you
so tell me what’s there left to dream, when all my dreams came true. troy diamond

[verse 2]
bad santa, boy his gift is a curse
no matter what path he takes he always ends up in church
he seems to see imperfections, undermining his worth
he always has the answers but can’t put them to words
tryna become an angel feeling more like the opposite
hanging, stealing, causing ruckus, steady fearing the consequence
all his friends is nonbelievers, he’s alone in this nation
but he has faith no matter what, he never strayed from his savior
friends turning, bridges burning. can’t tell real from the fakers
the only time he’s truly him is when he writes on the paper
and to the ones who did me wrong i swear to god i don’t hate ya
people screaming it’s yo’ time like the ‘82 lakers
stayed in the game, can’t control alt delete this
charade game strong i got all of these people speechless
sp-ce jam kaw$hun even halfway i’ma reach this
throw tb when you see me so safe to say that they seasick

- troy diamond

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