Biscuits Songtext
von D Smoke

Lord, bless my vision, Lord, bless my feet
Carry me to move heavenly so we can win the game in OT
God, bless my mother, long live her dreams
And God, forgive my sins and make my pockets obese
I feel

Like biscuits in the mornin′
I feel like fish and grits in the mornin'
Bitch, I′m wakin' up, bitch, I'm wakin′ up
And they want it
Bitch, I′m wakin' up, bitch, I′m wakin' up
Thank God ′cause I feel super (Super)
Go stupid (Stupid), jump distance
This is fine wine shit, watch this young boy go

I been workin' my ass off
Like a microscope, I′m in the lab, boy
Runnin' back with those pads off
Better give me space like a asteroid
A hundred racks, I blow fast, dog
I ain't never seen that much cash before


Stackin′ bread, I got a half a loaf
Mornin′ affirmation, I'ma stack some more
When my baby give birth, we gon′ use a doula
And a pool tub right there in the livin' room
When you lay with a queen and you make a new cub
You done moved up, better have the revenue

Married to her, plus the pussy was edible (Edible)
That fatty was medical (Medical)
I buried my sorrow and planted a palm tree
I did what I had to do
Now Heaven, I′m askin' You
Lord, bless my vision (Vision), Lord, bless my feet (Feet)
Carry me from insanity to livin′ life in line with Your peace (Peace)
God, bless my mother, long live her dreams

And God, forgive my sins and make my pockets obese

I feel real good

Like biscuits in the mornin'
I feel like fish and grits in the mornin' (Ayy)
Bitch, I′m wakin′ up, bitch, I'm wakin′ up
And they want it
Bitch, I'm wakin′ up, bitch, I'm wakin′ up
Time to get it

Super (Super), go stupid (Stupid)
Back up on your cinnamon
Once again, watch this young boy go


I been back on my real shit (Back on my real shit)
Grown nigga you wanna deal with
If I gotta pick and choose whether win or lose
I gotta break some rules and I'ma do it, that's real spit
That was my mind state back in ′86
A nigga made it fit until I made it rich
And now it′s mornin' time, bonafide
House on the ocean side, I′m eatin' eggs and grits

Ain′t it, man? Ain't that the truth?
Prayin′ to fame, it don't stop the juice
Feelin' super, change in the booth
I′m in the coupe and I took the roof off
Thankin′ my God for another day
As I look up at the sky, my solution is to shine
In a time of death and killin', the revolution′s televised
But I'm feelin′ super

Like biscuits in the mornin' (Feel good like that)
Fish and grits in the mornin′ (Yummy)
Bitch, I'm wakin' up, bitch, I′m wakin′ up
And I'm on it
Bitch, I′m wakin' up, bitch, I′m wakin' up
Get some Nina Simone in
I feel super good
Like biscuits in the mornin′

Niggas been bakin' through the achin'
Fish and grits in the mornin′
When it′s good, there's no mistakin′ (Say what?)
Bitch, I'm wakin′ up, bitch, I'm wakin′ up
And I'm on it
Bitch, I'm wakin′ up, bitch, I′m wakin' up
Time to get it

Super (Super), go stupid (Stupid)
Back up on your cinnamon
Once again, let me hear you say this shit
Super (Super), go stupid (Stupid)
Keep that Nina on me
And I got a whole fleet of ′em
Where my homeboy at? Na-na, on my mind
And I'm with that actress

But let me talk to y′all real quick, yeah

Today I'm unsure of the path that I′m on
But I know we all got choices
See the footsteps that you laid for me

But I'm more intrigued by these voices
My cup runneth over, it'll be my luck
I′m low on my portion

See the apple fall from your tree of life
I might gravitate to these forces
Give me ears to hear and eyes to see
Look, I need your divine binoculars
But temptations all on my heels won′t stop me
I feel bondage tryna lock me up, I might pop me a nigga
Man, I'm boxin′ the devil and I'm duckin′ and dodgin' these officers
All the while enemies tryna mop you up
I need the same strength that you gave Joshua

Some of these hoes desperate for attention

Look, I could probably name about two of ′em (Two of 'em)
Tryna stay faithful to my old lady

But damn, I might need a few of 'em (Woah)
What′s the chances of me stayin′ down and committed?
Man, I know these women might ruin him (Yeah)
But goddamn, man, I just got some brand new Js
To be real, man, I feel brand new in 'em
So torn with the flesh, man, I′m walkin' a real thin line
And it′s wrong, but I love it (Love it)
One look in my life and I know that it's angels around me
I know that I′m covered (Covered)
Though I stumble and fall, pick me right back up

Man, I promise I'm not like the others (No)
Protect me from me and allow me to be
In this crazy world and not of it