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Start My Day (Free Casey)

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Start My Day (Free Casey) foi lançado em 27 de fevereiro de 2026 por Great Day Records/Santa Anna como parte do álbum McKenzie 2.0

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DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

FattMack

Rap

Mckenzie Haynes

Mckenzie Haynes

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mckenzie Haynes

Mckenzie Haynes

Lyrics

Jonathan Tyler Gibby

Jonathan Tyler Gibby

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Trevor James at Studio House Recording (Mobile, AL)

Trevor James at Studio House Recording (Mobile, AL)

Mixing Engineer

Peter A Barker at Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, CA)

Peter A Barker at Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, CA)

Immersive Audio Engineer

Enzo

Producer

ClayCo

Producer

Reno

Producer

Wicked at TMK Recording (Atlanta, GA)

Wicked at TMK Recording (Atlanta, GA)

Engineer

Letra

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fatt

Yeah

On God, on God, on God

[Chorus]

Uh, get home late, kick my shoes off, hit the hay

Wake up early to start my day

Brush my teeth and wipe my face, then go feed Perky

Baccarat get sprayed on

Before I step out my door, I gotta go get fresh this early

Shoot a text to bae phone

Last night, we was beefin', today, she not respondin'

'Fore I step out my door, I grab my fire, I don't care if I'm warm in the cold

'Fore I pull out of my driveway, fire my blunt up, boy, this is not the car smoke

Tired of rainy days, shit ain't been the same ever since I got my heart broke

Casey call my phone four times a day, ain't shit to do, he locked up, free my brother

[Verse 1]

Huh, I don't care where I'm at, if you see me there, the fire tucked good as fuck, ****

Uh, I ain't belong in school, I ain't follow the rules, I always couldn't be fucked with

You will get your dumb ass hit with this tool 'fore I give you my trust, ****

Got smoke with bro, then it's smoke with you, I don't care who you grew up with

Tap him between his eyes, his body fallin', now he can't do nothin'

All of my opps gon' die, ****, on my mama, they ass ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Dry your eyes, stop cryin'

I'ma fuck up your city if you see me and reach for my fuckin' neck

I'm goin' through a crisis, baby, I need you right here next to me

Uh, cut off my lil' white bitch

She was startin' to get too obsessed with me, I had low-key liked it

Any time I asked, she would drop next to me

Pour up a deuce, the Sprite fizz

I'ma sip Quagen and Trish forever

All the bros get high together

[Chorus]

Get home late, kick my shoes off, hit the hay

Wake up early to start my day

Brush my teeth and wipe my face, then go feed Perky

Baccarat get sprayed on

Before I step out my door, I gotta go get fresh this early

Shoot a text to bae phone

Last night, we was beefin', today, she not respondin'

'Fore I step out my door, I grab my fire, I don't care if I'm warm in the cold

'Fore I pull out of my driveway, fire my blunt up, boy, this is not the car smoke

Tired of rainy days, shit ain't been the same ever since I got my heart broke

Casey call my phone four times a day, ain't shit to do, he locked up, free my brother

Written by: Jonathan Tyler Gibby, Mckenzie Haynes

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