| It had me shook
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| Drinking Guinness with Prince, Bowie, and the crown prince Dennis.
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| Then some lady named Selena came and sang
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| Kickin it with Marcus and Malcolm
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| 'Til the day came. |
| (yawns)
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| I don’t wonder why
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| I just wake up and I wipe the crust from my eye
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| She just wake up, hope to get the kid to school on time
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| Toothpaste on the side
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| Another cup of coffee and today gon be alright
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| He wake up with her, she livid, cause he live a lie
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| He been there every night saying he gon leave his wife
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| She wake up to my album Wake Up on repeat
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| And my skeet on the sheets, that ain’t for you to repeat
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| He wake up on the streets of the city where he sleeps
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| Missing teeth, Polo shirt
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| Sleeping bag, ain’t got no rags
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| The priest still wake up with his sins on his mind
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| He running from it, hoping he ain’t running out of time
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| The doctor wake up thinking bout the patient last week
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| It tore him down. |
| He still see his tears on her gown
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| I gotta ask now while you fresh off a dream
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| And you probably still yawning
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| What wake you up in the morning?
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| Is it coffee? |
| Money? |
| Sweet words from your honey?
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| What wake you up in the morning?
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| Alarm clock? |
| Respect? |
| The allure of a check?
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| What wake you up in the morning?
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| Ain’t no sense in even answering
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| Cause today you’re up, tomorrow you’re down
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| Just be glad that your ass still around
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| I don’t wonder why
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| I just wake up and I wipe the crust from my eye
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| He just wake up and clock in, don’t know how he’ll get by
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| She wake up high, drunk
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| Still thinking bout the party last night
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| Last month, the cop couldn’t sleep all night
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| Drunk, still wishing he ain’t search that trunk
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| The judge woke up wishing he ain’t take that bribe
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| The money ain’t enough, it ain’t worth that life
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| Now some are lucky just to wake up to some head
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| Some wake up with no money to spend
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| And some wake up with some bread and a smirk
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| Some wake up with a leg that don’t work
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| One hemisphere asleep, the other is awake
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| But when we all awaken that’ll be the fuckin day
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| I gotta ask now while you fresh off a dream
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| And you probably still yawning
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| What wake you up in the morning?
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| Is it coffee? |
| Money? |
| Sweet words from your honey?
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| What wake you up in the morning?
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| Alarm clock? |
| Respect? |
| The allure of a check?
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| What wake you up in the morning?
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| Ain’t no sense in even answering
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| Cause today you’re up, tomorrow you’re down
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| Just be glad that your ass still around
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| My nigga, you know that life is what you make it
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| Whatever it gives you
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| You give it back or you can take it
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| Shake it off your shoulders, take a sip of Folger’s
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| Try to remember just what the big homies told ya
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| We all human, man, we bleed the same blood
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| No matter what you claim or your certain neighborhood
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| We all got people that we loving and looking out for
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| Fuck with syrup and chronic, or soda and some outdo'
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| See, we all tryna fuck, stack a couple bucks
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| And dodging player haters ‘til you shit up out of luck
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| And you just wanna make a good move, not a bad one
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| Live your life, and be happy and glad that you had one
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| We just tryna live life, man
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| Now show ‘em what you talkin' bout, Tony |