Good Morning - Marc E. Bassy

Good morning, good morning

Tears from the sky are pouring

The city isn’t mourning

The boys are out here touring

Last night was a rager

Inside my echo chamber

Fell in love with a stranger

My money ain’t on paper

All I ever wanted was to buy my mom a crib

Tell my aunties they don’t got to worry 'bout their kids

All I ever wanted was to make my daddy proud

Oh, thank God in Heaven 'cause that’s where he’s watching now

Cover the door, no knock and no warrant

You got a picket sign, and they got a court

You got a trap, they got a fort, mm

Hope you got money, baby, 'cause you fight for your life and it’s sport, ayy

Look at my wrist, mm, plain as a bitch

Look at my bitch, that my motherfucker don’t miss

Step out in public, she give you fit after fit after fit

12, they be cool in the Bay, they kill you soon as you rich though

RIP shirts in the parking lot tonight

Now I got angels watching over me

I got some angels watching over me

And they say they want peace 'til they come from the other side, yeah

Now I got angels watching over me

I got some angels watching over me, yeah

All I ever wanted was to buy my mom a crib

Tell my aunties they don’t got to worry 'bout their kids

All I ever wanted was to make my daddy proud

Oh, thank God in Heaven 'cause that’s where he’s watching now