[Verse 1: Moe Pope] Max with 'em, we can chill a bit I'm starin' at the baby who lusciously lick her lips Who let the snare tell her where the hips go Whose bubbling to this flow, shake it up girl In the club, 'till you vibing in your own world And you forgot about your dude and your home girls Ain't no problem, we got more that you can pop to For city kids who tweetin' my latest haiku Now put your a** on it, I'm 'bout to let it go I'm in a hooptie with a groupie letting L's blow It's for the work-a-holics and scholars Thick babies, taming Rottweilers Pretty ladies making short dollars, holler back Sip a bit a wine and recline in my chit chat This is Monday morning music, for the fathers who do their job and Put the breaks on a n***a with a problem Moepope.tumblr.com, Boston - f** off if you not from... [Hook: Tea Leigh] We caught the sunrise, we caught the sun rise We caught the sunrise, in our eyes [Verse 2: Moe Pope] Yo, I'm writin' my name in graffiti on the wall Hopin' when I'm gone that my people will recall, my Letters to the world over beat breaks Hold 'em all accountable, especially the DJs But I ain't tryin' to start no fight With a silly kid, privy to the stereotypes Might of had a neck knockin', pen on paper and MC I be, God sent me to humble them Hymns in the church verse two, last chapter Word p**nographer, lyric haberdasher Mastermind in the flesh, the fresh dick blaster So out of this world, people think I'm on a NASA Hovercraft, masterin' my way through space Lookin' for another alien to take my place [Hook]