Wake Up Songtext
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Wake Up Songtext
Good Morning
(Bertie)
Wake up, just get yourself up
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
It′s the morning process
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
Get yourselves out of bed
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
It's a new day
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
It′s a new day
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
I don't know if it's wrong or if it′s kinda right
I hit the weed again to try and keep my mind alive
Won′t catch me with a Colt sipping cyanide
You feel me like the impulses behind your eyes
Tryna bring me down with the hateful diatribe
Damn snake hissing like some lit dynamite
Just add another to my catalogue
I still get the crowd moving like a cattle prod
Some fooling themselves, stop that and watch
Not lonely with the fam here at the top
That's ′cause our focus is high son
Ain't no limit though, fuck the sky son
Fans fear the day Berbs hang the mic up
Love this shit to the core, yes that′s on my nuts
No guts, no gusto, they must know
We come through with the bus load and unload
Yes I still got funk by the trunk load
I'm super samurai short yo, you dumb slow
Start plans when it′s dawn then we progress
How it starts, it's the morning process
From the man who bought you the backhand slap
To the basics, gotta bring it back
Looking through the broken window, don't crack
Berbs with the vengeance, I′m ′bout to snap
Playing serious games on the track
Greatest mystery all over the map
We gain more when we progress
Wake up it's the morning process
(Bertie)
Wake up, just get yourself up
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
It′s the morning process
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
Get yourselves out of bed
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
It's a new day
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
It′s a new day
(Wake up, just get yourself up)
I don't know if it's wrong or if it′s kinda right
I hit the weed again to try and keep my mind alive
Won′t catch me with a Colt sipping cyanide
You feel me like the impulses behind your eyes
Tryna bring me down with the hateful diatribe
Damn snake hissing like some lit dynamite
Just add another to my catalogue
I still get the crowd moving like a cattle prod
Some fooling themselves, stop that and watch
Not lonely with the fam here at the top
That's ′cause our focus is high son
Ain't no limit though, fuck the sky son
Fans fear the day Berbs hang the mic up
Love this shit to the core, yes that′s on my nuts
No guts, no gusto, they must know
We come through with the bus load and unload
Yes I still got funk by the trunk load
I'm super samurai short yo, you dumb slow
Start plans when it′s dawn then we progress
How it starts, it's the morning process
From the man who bought you the backhand slap
To the basics, gotta bring it back
Looking through the broken window, don't crack
Berbs with the vengeance, I′m ′bout to snap
Playing serious games on the track
Greatest mystery all over the map
We gain more when we progress
Wake up it's the morning process
Writer(s): Thomas Conning, James Warden Leigh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

