we are the morning after And we all felt the rope And we wanted to let go But we found a grain of love ....here we go the morning after Shine and glow
to think, while you show me pink Summer Eve breeze and Woo when it don't stink I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex I'm shootin' gizm, then after
blood test I started smiling, yeah, 'cause it read negative Damn, why did I let her live? After that I should've got the gat And bust and rushed and illed and peeled
a fuck When you see me nigga, better hide and duck With double sight in broad daylight, better stay tight, better pray right Watch after midnight, nigga
Thought a lot about the morning after There's some things I need to get off of my chest You check the preconceptions We both surely have That if the grass
Glass By Eyedea I'm going to run from the voice of reason till it turns to laughter Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after.
in the game With my man's on Linden and Devane we drinking ghetto champagne Slinging rocks and packing glocks on the blocks It's early in the morning
His mother's in the rage, face on the front page Now the man's after him, the clan's after him, mob's after him He's still at damage son, last thought
sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I've found sounds what keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground
Hype Williams, I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling. The more gang banging, the more killing, the more drug dealing, the more cap peeling
of automated destruct nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged fishing for the fly shit hybrid I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning
sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I have found sound will keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground
blood test I started smiling yeah cause it read negative Damn why did I let her live? After that I should've got the gat And bust and rushed and illed and peeled
to think, while you show me pink Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don't stink I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex I'm shootin gizm, then after you
in death, but in after-that, like the bat out the h-e-double-vertical-slat but inbound in the case of this rodent, like when he got peeled-out on and
her pulse is beating Mine's more frantic, I wonder of what she's dreaming I wake up in the morning as she's off and leaving and I Peel the covers back
