Swamp G - Morning Lyrics

Morning
Swamp G
What up Chunga
Morning
Swamp G
Chunga on the beat
Good morning Swamp G, how the f*ck are you this morning
Real good, real good
Pussy motherf*cker wanna tell me that I ain't the best around here
Put on for my town, yeah, ATX we down here
Leave em all astounded, push boundaries, never grounded
My life a space jam, bitch, I came from Moron Mountain
A Martian, I'm starving, the Green Sea I be parting
I'm rap game Pacey in the creek here with Dawson
I'm a young ass hoe wit a old ass bitch
I got 32-year-olds laying on the mattress
Remember back when, I was playing SmackDown, suplex
Camel Clutch, never did a single drug, good kid
Now I'm popping every pill, no it ain't healthy
Young Swamp G brush death on the daily
Bitches be chasing me down and they just tryna f*ck with me
Pull up and stunt at the end of the year in a new M3
Rise and shine, motherf*cker, Swampy Gutta on his grind
Working the wood bitch I'm working the pine, pour up the vodka and drop in a lime
Drop in a magical bean and I fly, up and away outer space to the planets
Whip up a shake with the orange no mandarin
Take me for granted I'm leaving her stranded
Yeah, yeah, f*ck is you saying? Swamp Gutta baby so faded and flagrant
Shot of Bacardi, Deep Eddy I chase it, find me a shawty to finish the day with
I'm a head case, based space ape with a pretty face
Go to sleep shrouded in haze, blood all on my pillow case
Caffeine and orange dreams wake me up in the morning
Sippin listerine because I'm outta Bacardi
Dreaming non stop cuz I miss marijuana
Everybody worried my eyes sunk in and they darkened
Bitch I need a new script so I'ma visit the shaman
Eat more pills than a college kid eats Ramen
Bitch I'm known for being gawdy, pop a Molly, find a shawty
Hit that swamping dance then eat her out like f*cking kalamari
Salt and pepper mop I got the tiny pants like Robin
Popping pills like I'm a doctor showing no symptoms of stopping
Now my jaw is locking up, chewing up my demons
Wake up with a Coors, fall asleep with Seagram's
Posted up my numbers, oh I know this gonna be our summer
Ask em who the realist out its Plastic, Lellow, Swamp, and Shonen
Favorite color green, but lately all I see is orange
And a woman sitting in my room but all I do is f*cking loiter
Psilocybin Samurai, the Acid Avenger
I order tea and mix it up with f*cking cocaine and Splenda
I can stop at any time I swear I am not dependent
Bitch, where the f*ck did you hide my pills, bitch I need em
I need a seed so I can grow and be a big strong bitch
I need some bricks so I can go and build a big strong bridge
Trolls underneath it, reaching grab at my f*cking feet
Eat a bean and spazz and leave them f*cking retreating
Alright I'ma need y'all to do one thing and that's be positive
I don't care where you're at in life, you a drug addict, whatever
You sad, depressed, it's alright
You gon' wake up in the morning
Please, please wake tomorrow morning, please
Swamp G
Chunga on the motherf*ckin beat
Swag