Текст песни Good Morning - Nerfonator

Uh, I'm so glad I haven't peaked in high school
The fall off afterwards is not worth being the eye food
Getting G's to like you, feelin' like Ice Cube
The way I'm having a good day right after my snooze
I plan on blowing on the rap scene with my tunes
And get the paparazzi asking "Cheese" while I cruise
Down the street with beats that make the ground move like it's a typhoon
No mask when I say all y'all MF's gon' meet your doom
I'm an immaculate poet, the coldest you bastards know of
I'm way past Edgar Allen Poe cause I don't recall him having flow
My pockets packing this dough
Rhymes hot as 'basco and coal
Might drop a stack and some O's
If I want a tag like "The G.O.A.T."
Diamond rocks attached to the coat
Light shines off the back like a strobe
Ice on my jacket like snow
But won't hold back the cold
Explains why all these lines are sticking with y'all like some residue on the nose
But on another note, hello, and good morning

Why you spending every second that you blessed with on your bed?
That just sounds like a waste of a day
Good morning
Why you keeping all them dreams in your head?
I just get up with the sun and hit play (Is this recording?)
Good morning
And what you mean you have wrongs?
Try to turn them into rights for your sake (And that's the moral)
Good morning
And why you listenin' to this song?
You got better things to do or create

It seems the picture that I been painting is messy, but the canvas is my peer
So just treat it with a squint and then you'll get the idea
Picasso in the flesh, but Macho when I aggress
Ain't no stopping when I rock it, pages flying like M.I.A.
Paper planes, the way all my writtens take flight with the loose leaf
I call that blowing trees
But I don't do no weed, no coke or lean
I flow with ease
But with every beat I pick, I split the seas
So smooth, even when I'm tearing up the rap scene
I'm blowing up soon, you can bet your ass I'm calling it
Osama ain't got nothing on me once the bomb is lit
Obama can just give me a call once I'm turned in
It's time my neck carries a medal, because I've earned it
And get me on the next DeGeneres episode (Wait)
Ten years down the road, people gon' regret saying "I bet he won't"
Huh, you bet he did
And ever since eleven, it was evident I'm meant for this
This sentence is my testament, uh
(Reminiscing as I'm making an ascension with my penmanship, oh right, yeah)

Good morning
Why you spending every second that you blessed with on your bed?
That just sounds like a waste of a day
Good morning
Why you keeping all them dreams in your head?
I just get up with the sun and hit play (Is this recording?)
Good morning
And what you mean you have wrongs?
Try to turn them into rights for your sake (And that's the moral)
Good morning
And why you listenin' to this song?
You got better things to do or create

Good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning
Everyday it's good morning, good morning
Good morning (Good morning)