paroles de chanson Good Morning (feat. Pusha T, Swizz Beatz & Killer Mike) - Black Thought , Swizz Beatz , Pusha T , Killer Mike
Good
morning
Good
morning
Good
morning
Yeah
(Grime
Music,
bitches)
Hey,
good
morning
(woo)
Hey,
oh,
good
morning
(woo)
Yeah,
ayy
(good
morning)
Yo,
I'm
from
the
home
of
the
ghosts-es,
water
plugs
and
wokeness
Water
bugs
and
roaches,
drugs
and
overdoses
How
you
approach
this?
Philly
is
where
the
dope
is
My
uncles
Reds
and
Willy
is
still
the
goldsmiths
Whole
shit
steady,
we
close-knit
and
deadly
As
a
heart
attack,
trust
me,
the
pitbulls
is
petty
Already
infamous,
limitless,
Getty
Images
(woo)
Vile
temperament,
you
start
shit,
we
endin'
it
(woo)
It's
mad
last
wishes,
gas
mask
kisses
(oh)
The
thin
line
between
savants
and
savages
(oh)
Your
life
could
depend
on
the
laws
of
averages
The
difference
between
Black
and
White
Is
mad
privilege
(fuck
that
shit)
For
Lucifer,
son
of
the
morning
Who
swore
we'd
ignored
every
one
of
them
warnings
But
try
to
run
for
cover
under
one
of
them
awnings
'Cause
here
the
storm
come
Tell
the
Lord
time
for
His
encore
performance
Good
morning
(woo)
Hey,
oh,
good
morning
Yeah,
ayy
(good
morning)
(Good
morning)
Fuck
that
shit
(hey,
hey)
On
the
wakeup
Dreaming
every
day
of
tryna
get
my
cake
up
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I
got
four
million
in
homes
three
hours
apart
Drug
dealer
tastes,
I
think
I
glow
in
the
dark
I
only
do
features
to
keep
hittin'
my
mark
And
show
you
motherfuckers
You
ain't
good
as
you
thought
(I
am),
let's
go
Panamera
shopping
in
the
pandemic
The
work
got
grill
lines
when
the
pan's
searing
Give
you
the
whole
clip
to
let
your
mans
hear
it
(oh)
The
pallbearer
next
to
them
so
they
can
all
fear
it
(oh)
Ulterior
motives
with
the
modus
Bulletproof
package
like
I'm
POTUS
I'm
just
cashing
in
on
what
they
owe
us
They
say
the
coming
winter
is
the
coldest
Celine
fur
hangin'
off
the
shoulder
(woo)
What's
worse,
the
gift
or
the
curse?
(hey)
The
only
way
to
celebrate
a
death
is
with
a
birth
That
Maybach
seat
can
be
converted
to
a
hearse
I
mean
every
word
while
you
think
it's
just
a
verse
(oh)
I'm
gone
Hey,
good
morning
(woo)
Hey,
oh,
good
morning
(woo)
Yeah,
ayy
(good
morning)
(Hold
on)
Just
as
soon
as
the
sun
rise,
the
night
dies
You
was
building
pyramids
and
African
empires
Where
pale-skin
savages
with
straight
hair
and
light
eyes
Was
still
eatin'
raw
meat
and
barely
could
light
fires
Before
we
ever
sold
cocaine,
we
civilized
Spain
You
are
not
the
first
Black
man
in
the
Mediterrane'
Shit,
you
lying
to
impress,
you
is
just
insane
I
look
at
you
with
the
disdain
of
an
old
shit
stain
How
you
product
of
a
God
and
you
worship
a
man?
I
was
God
in
the
flesh
before
I
drove
a
Mulsanne
Five
keys
of
gold
sittin'
on
my
neck
in
the
flame
Surrounded
by
Black
women,
West
African
king
And
I'm
gonna
go
to
Ghana
to
reclaim
my
name
While
these
chump
rappers
rap
about
the
shit
they
cop
Man,
I
cop
my
block,
and
this
shit
don't
stop
I'm
the
official
unofficial
mayor
of
my
city
Learned
my
lesson
from
the
crack
trap,
the
school
of
high
thoughts
Push
the
D
like
Pusha
T
and
kept
my
mind
Black
Thought
Michael
Render
is
the
ender,
what
the
fuck
you
thought?
Michael
Render,
he
the
ender,
what
the
fuck
you
thought?
God
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