Joseph Costello - Good Morning lyrics

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Joseph Costello - Good Morning lyrics

[Hook] Hey its me writin' 'bout what happened way back Though things changed we can't really change that Memories in my damn brain as I lay back Hold up we didn't say that, thoughts always they fade back [Verse 1] I've been thinkin' to myself, always thinkin' to myself Heard my mommas all alone yet her man is in the house I been speakin' a lot, when I'm talkin' to god I know these vultures lookin' at me they just waitin' on their shot Wouldn't you if you could, blamin' you when I shouldn't I didn't ask for your opinion, did I mention we could work But I'm stuck in my old ways It's a shame that this place never really felt the same And the days start to daze And these tubers all fake And these b**hes plottin' on me To remain in my fame Damn, I ain't sign up for this, he ain't built up for this, she ain't called up for sh**, you didn't put in on this Why the f** I would split Down to this green incense Man its so crazy Lately i've been reminiscing, when my pockets was all missin' In my feelin's I've been chillin, that's when millions come in minutes, word to Jesse up in Philli f** it [Hook] We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out Hey its me writin' 'bout what happened way back Though things changed we can't really change that Memories in my damn brain as I lay back Hold up we didn't say that, thoughts always they fade back [Verse 2] I can't stand a do nothin' b**h, a new who knew nothin b**h On that "oh that's you" type sh** Peepin' at my pocket like I owe you some sh** f** it Look I really wish my mom would just have heart Instead of chasin' men's wallets like business cards All my uncles addicts Its kinda tragic The static, poppin' 15 vicodin Seem to form the habit What the f** you thought is gonna do? I got fam in the trenches I got fam in the coupes I got boys in the condos I saw Rule on the news f** the system I won't listen, man I gotta eat Wrote my therapist two years ago And got a letter back, guess money does speak though f** it [Hook] Hey its me writin' 'bout what happened way back Though things changed we can't really change that Memories in my damn brain as we lay back Hold up we didn't say that, thoughts always they fade back We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out We gon' work it out