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Morning Rock Lyrics - Artist : Junglepussy
What a waste of toothpaste
Brushing my teeth only to smile in your face Brushing my teeth hoping that you want a taste Brushing my teeth but the regret don't erase Luckily, I could afford this toothpaste What a waste If I let you get away with the mess that you made If I let you get away with the mess that you made What a waste Why I gotta smile so you comfy? I gotta hate me for you to love me I gotta teach you how to treat me I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy That's way too much for me in addition to everything I do naturally It's a pity motherfuckers think they opinions gon have me adjustin' my actions see That was the old me caught me slippin' Must've been in 2013 Do the math don't you ever compare I spin on a sphere, they never come near They measure my growth on the 'gram (Weird) What a waste of the tool in your hands What a waste of the jewels [?] Once we date or runnin' errands Morning rock, I roll the cheefa Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, huh Morning rock, I roll the cheefa Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, uh (It's the morning rock) Don't Glock my pockets bro, I'm coppin' what ya tryna do You the one who needed me Or you ain't no cop a clue 'Round the clock I'm rollin', mami Call me when you comin thru [?] Coolin' off cucumber food You know you niggas know me Don't act funny when you see me, dude I hope I really hope you get to catch me in a silly mood All these niggas wanna be rockstars Papa, do you even play guitar? I just figured I should be an actor Uh-huh, I'm bout to get an Oscar Mama, mama (I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy) I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy For a seat, at who table? With the casserole (Nah) The grapevine tangled up like telephone cords Tellin' all stores the grass ain't greener on they side, nah Whoever said that was high off the pesticides, bruh Look at my lawn, bask in all the colors 'round here Morning rock, I roll the cheefa Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, huh Morning rock, I roll the cheefa Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, uh (It's the morning rock) What a waste of breath What a waste of gettin' this off my chest What a waste of that lotion, thought it was the potion to get a nigga open What a waste of this hairdo, six hours at the salon to impress you What now? I guess I'll play the Beatles My pussy is drugs, no, no needles Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal If I let you get away with the mess that you made If I let you get away with the mess that you made What a waste, what a waste And if I look the other way And never say a thing If I look the other way And never say a thing What a waste What a waste (It's the morning rock) I gotta smile so you could be comfy? |
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