Lyrics Morning Shift - Lute

Morning Shift

Fruity Pebbles in the morning with his daughter, she a star
Reminiscing on the days when her mama had his heart
See, ain’t no time to dwell, it’s like the people grow apart
Spend all your time and thought then it’s back to where you start
I can’t comprehend what I cannot understand
I’m only human, never defined by circumstance
Fuck this rap façade, let’s talk about real life
How many of yall niggas real niggas in real life, rhetorical
Partner but who are you to be judge, they dap you up, call it love Like,
who the fuck can you trust?
Double edge with the blade, so you embrace for the cuts
The sky is my words, like yo, my nigga, good luck
«Hope to see you do well,» translation hope that he fails
Like fuck these niggas I’m ill, real recognize real
Like fuck these niggas I’m here, headstone for these rappers
I just might tat a tear
Trying to be to my city, perhaps what Cole to the Ville
West Charlotte legend, ain’t drop a tape in five years
So redefine what’s great, but he ain’t got what it takes
Your avatar got no face, you obviously can’t relate
But ain’t shit in my way, I drop the top and I skate
Cause we can die any day, so I’m just finding my place
My daughter call like, «Why you leave me so late?»
Ain’t no road where daddy headed, so he paving a way
But in your heart, I’m every step of the way
Just let the record replay, to hear my voice every day that I’m gone
Face-time me, I’ll sing you a song
Face-time me 'cause you’re never alone
Before you know it, I’m home
Another day, another dollar, we on
I say shackles on my feet can’t hold me back (Hold me back)
I say shackles on my feet can’t hold me back (Hold me back)
I say shackles on my feet can’t hold me back (Hold me back)
I say shackles on my feet can’t hold me back (Hold me back)
I say shackles on my feet can’t hold me back (Hold me back)
I say shackles on my feet can’t hold me back (Hold me back)