Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morning, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Morning |
| Open my eyes to a new day, spreading my wings |
| Taking shots of Crown cause I’m going through things |
| Everybody got they hands out looking for green |
| Coattails getting heavy cause I’m living my dream |
| I’m trying to school these young niggas it ain’t all what it seems |
| I still struggle just like you, and I still hustle just like you |
| But it just so happens that Big Pooh doing what he love to do |
| Get back on my work, cause I was penning on this piece last night |
| That’ll drive these niggas berserk |
| Tiggalo hit me up, Pooh its time to murk |
| Throw on a pair of sweats, And 1's, white shirt |
| Headed back to the shop, back to the spot where the hits keep coming |
| Stack them up like bricks, you can call me the mason of shit |
| Foundation has been rock solid no replacing, ya dig? |
| No replacing my nig, on everything that I live |
| We gonna let this bitch ride to our trains collide |
| Or we fall off track, and ain’t no bringing me back |
| And everything that go for you the same applies to Pat |
| Cause even though the birds ain’t singin' and the sun ain’t shinin' |
| It looks like a beautiful morning |
| Each day’s another chance to do the things I could’ve |
| Done the day before, but I didn’t and I known I should’ve |
| So I say a prayer for the gone for gooders |
| Who left this world, then kiss my girl «good mornin', shuga» |
| Another sunrise, and as much as I would love |
| To roll over on you I cannot do it because |
| The good Lord I prayed to him |
| And he said, «Niggas is listening now» |
| So I better have something to say to 'em |
| So I’mma tell 'em how it went down, man |
| Doin' shows for free goin' outta town, man |
| The way I almost broke down and, got a 9 to 5 |
| Cause I had more press than the soundscans |
| This is the price that I pay for this music |
| And every word that I write is a testament to it |
| And if I had to go back, I wouldn’t change a thing |
| Wouldn’t re-cut it, re-edit, or change a frame |
| Cause it would not be fair, to turn my back on the struggle |
| When that exact same hustle got me here |
| Told niggas from the getup, we three the hard way |
| And Broadway’s the only place you’ll ever throw a set up |
| Speechless is all you’d be if we ever met up |
| I survived far to much now to ever let up, motherfucker |
| — repeat |