Lyrics This Morning - Derek Minor feat. Anesha Birchett
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
Uh,
cold
in
my
eyes,
breath
stankin'
Had
a
dream
I
was
still
in
my
'89
Lincoln,
yeah
Woke
up,
told
God
I
was
tryna
change
the
world
He
said,
"Boy,
whatchu
need?
Whatchu
thinkin'?
(I
got
it)"
I
said,
"I
need
to
choose"
He
said,
"Check
your
email"
I
had
a
beat
there
from
JuiceBangers
That'll
work
for
some
inspiration
808s
all
like
a
hockey
player
He
said,
"Go
ahead,
it's
time
to
shine
now"
I'm
in
your
corner
like
timeout
Let
the
haters
go
and
sleep
sound
They
gon'
smell
the
Folgers
when
you
grind
out
And,
Lord,
please
forgive
me
I
have
envy
in
my
heart
Knowing
I'm
really
Your
son,
wishing
I
was
just
a
star
That
was
when
I
was
selling
mixtapes
for
gas
in
my
car
How
dare
I
look
at
what
I
got
and
say
that
You
ain't
gave
it
all
Know
the
universe
all
in
Your
hands,
But
I
got
ambition
the
size
of
a
planet
Plus,
I'm
unqualified
like
Michael
Scott
in
The
Office
But
somehow
I
manage,
uh
Why
would
I
panic?
Woke
up
right
out
of
a
casket
This
time
we
'bout
to
do
damage
He
got
it
covered
like
bandage
We
in
like
all
of
my
bandits
RMG
at
it
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
done
gave
it
all
to
Jesus,
but
sometime
I
try
to
keep
it
I
done
came
up
from
the
bottom,
but
I
done
rocked
arenas
I'd
kill
the
show,
get
off
stage,
and
still
feel
like
I'm
worthless
Maybe
I
should
quit
the
circus,
maybe
I
forgot
my
purpose
That's
that
See,
I
ain't
tryna
get
down
But,
boy,
this
life
can
kick
you
right
into
the
ground
But
I
ain't
afraid,
no
Get
up
and
try,
day
in,
day
out
Ooh
That's
that
dough
The
kind
that'll
cook
with
you
if
you
let
it
The
kind
that'll
kill
you
off
at
a
murder
scene
Get
the
yellow
tape,
there's
another
dream,
yeah
We
done
came
a
long,
long
way
Yeah,
I
mean
a
long,
long
way
Cup
of
Kool-Aid,
powdered
eggs,
fried
bologna
all
on
a
plate
(All
on
a
plate)
Went
from
ramen
noodles
to
the
real
ramen,
Not
the
kind
with
the
powder
(with
the
powder!)
Now
I'm
taking
mama,
get
filet
mignon
with
the
side
of
the
chowder
(Clam
chowder!)
She
deserve
it
Worked
a
million
hours,
no
off
day
I
want
it
all
So
before
I
die
I'm
tryna
make
every
week
a
vacay,
yeah
(make
a
vacay!)
And
if
I
lose
it
all,
I
can't
sell
a
record,
know
I'm
okay,
yeah
(we
good!)
'Cause
God
got
me,
yeah,
God
got
me,
boy,
we
okay,
yeah
(we
okay!)
So
I
gotta
get
it
I
can't
be
out
here
pretending
like
I
ain't
tryna
win
it
(woo!)
Man,
I
talked
a
whole
lot
about
faith,
boy,
now
I'm
tryna
live
it,
yeah
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
I
woke
up
this
morning
like
What
I
gotta
worry
'bout?
God
got
me
Oh
I
ain't
gotta
worry,
no
Yeah
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