Noah Weston - 6:30 a.m. lyrics

[Intro] Fresh For 0 A.D You su*kERS! [Verse 1: Soul Khan] It took me 23 years just to write this verse I felt the sum of all fears in a lightning burst I was shaking at the window like Pookie with a Pipe But there ain't no director when the movie is your life Look for answers in The Book but it takes too long And it ain't like Nina Simone can make new songs They said if I speak my mind, I'll be despised Stick to liquor punchlines, a** cheeks and thighs But I'm just too potent I get you open, like a flesh wound Hopin that the fresh truths soak in Oh, they got flow? Well I exhale oceans How could they not know? They up the next male's colon This is for the pipe dreamers with the nine-to-five fever The hardest working fathers and the Friday night divas I dedicate my resume to all my light sleepers Who stay awake and wonder where the future might lead us