Lyrics

How you feeling What's on your mind, don't just tell me that you chilling I feel the vibe off, tell me what is it It's in your eyes, you about to tell me that I'm tripping Maybe I'm different If there's a problem, I'm down to get to an ending Especially if it's causing any friction Let's be responsible and handle any business No need for friendships, long as the money good We can take this shit from Severn to Hollywood Even overseas That's why the work never stops My only watch is calendars and clocks 5 AM, the sun ain't out yet My day starting, I ain't even get no rest No breakfast, maybe I'll catch a dinner plate Still blessed, another day on the Interstates Early Winter Mornings Why the fuck is it so cold Windy, 70% chance of snow Grind mode, I can't let the weather slow A nigga down. especially now My face covered up, I even brung out my gloves It is what it is, I get greeted with mugs Fuck looking out, I think I ran outta love Except outside my plugs Automatic starter, gotta defrost the windows Man I wish I could stay indoors With a sapiosexual chick, who just a nympho Maybe next winter, for now I need to get dough So many ideas, gotta put into action Niggas don't support be the same ones say I'm taxing So many plans, got damn a nigga hungry Coast is clear, now it's time to get this money Call the dispatcher, where my pickup at I hope they gotta loading dock where my pickup at We gonna load this shit quick so I can get on the road The sooner I drop it off, the quicker I'm getting home On a roll, about an hour left to go Early winter mornings you can feel it in your soul Time after time, I start to wonder bout life Overthinking, do I even want my advice Cause it seem like I didn't, or just never the time Worked on it, now I'm getting better with time But time flies, every day just reminds Everything changing right in front of my eyes The city keeps building, the babies getting older The summers way hotter, the winter feels colder Closed chapters over, moving on from the times Beyond a rhyme, you gotta hustle and survive At the end of the night, make it back home alive Strive, for excellence, and provide Focus on you, and your direction They talk about war, they talk about election Even heard the news talk about global warming Don't blow my high on this early winter morning Early Winter Mornings
Writer(s): Louis Jordan, Dallas Bartley, Leo Hickman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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