Brandon Davis - Good Morning KAW$HUN lyrics

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Brandon Davis - Good Morning KAW$HUN lyrics

[Verse 1] This is a higher level of intelligence. Open your conscious and let me enter it Back to back and we can go back and forth like a pendulum Back in time-MySpace, back and forth-instant messaging Couldn't write my wrongs, there's something wrong with my penmanship Give me one chance, a perfect shot like a camera guy To grab the mic, I promise I'll make a move like I'm camera shy Listen and I'll bet you'll get blown away like a dandelion Scary, Mary Poppins with moon boots, boy I'm extra fly Stepped in the booth with Dayquil, I been sick Spit, bars hot then jaws drop, no french kiss Fighting for it, fighting tooth and nail, call it french tips And you can count on me just like a long term friendship I'm on point like headshots with red dots I need a queen, Elizabeth I'm coming like Redd Foxx Sleeping on me hard, they truly living in bedrock I'll never stop, and you quick to back out like dreadlocks Boy, I'm an artist, I'm so much more than a rapper Put the team on my back, I rock all of my jerseys backwards Criss cross, make ‘em disappear call ‘em casper Glo'd up like Bruce Leroy, tell these dudes that I'm the master Whoa, good morning, people are still yawning I heard they wasn't ready, so that's why my name's KAW$HUN The warning was premeditated, pardon me I'm levitating Blessed to be alive so every day I live's a celebration And when I'm writing sometimes I be feeling hesitant My cousin tried to tell me these dudes don't know what they messing with Every line you speak is the greatest rhyme that you've ever spit And even if they hate your music make sure they respecting it I used to dream about giving my mom the world Used to dream about a rock I could give away to my girl Used to dream but as of lately they've all been about you So tell me what's there left to dream, when all my dreams came true. Troy Diamond [Verse 2] Bad Santa, boy his gift is a curse No matter what path he takes he always ends up in church He seems to see imperfections, undermining his worth He always has the answers but can't put them to words Tryna become an angel feeling more like the opposite Hanging, stealing, causing ruckus, steady fearing the consequence All his friends is nonbelievers, he's alone in this nation But he has faith no matter what, he never strayed from his savior Friends turning, bridges burning. Can't tell real from the fakers The only time he's truly him is when he writes on the paper And to the ones who did me wrong I swear to god I don't hate ya People screaming it's yo' time like the ‘82 Lakers Stayed in the game, can't control alt delete this Charade game strong I got all of these people speechless Space Jam KAW$HUN even halfway I'ma reach this Throw TB when you see me so safe to say that they seasick