Kevinccrow - Morning Sickness lyrics

Verse 1 Slow pokes they making jokes about the old folks You so mentally broke, you gonna go broke Think you bout some action, b**h you ain't a GoPro Think you making moves, b**h you move in slow-mo Forty-nine thousand, Bayerische Moto Forty-nine thousand b**hes in the moto! Forty-nine thousand, rockin' Yamamoto Forty-nine thousand shirts with the logos I'm not crying b**h, I just put in my Rohto's All the dreams and aspirations of the rose gold Want my teeth so covered one day, I can bite bone Crush 'em up and spit the dust into the microphone Hook You get what you get That's until they catch us flipping out and throwing a fist The path a**igned at the beginning of the story won't fit Til' I can take it to the tailor and restore it again, yeah Restore the old fit, yeah Gonna do it better than historically did We giving birth Best believe it in the morning we sick Verse 2 What's cracking? I'm back yeah, rocking a different jacket You whack, I'm fantastic, making my way up the brackets Make that sh** a cla**ic, then run up the racks up in Saks Fifth I'm making a rueben, I'm stacking the bread on the cabbage You better get movin', the way that you movin' in traffic Sensational when I'm racing through No alias, gave my name to you You watching me, no pay per view Watching you, you pay for views Funds for greatness one way to lose I only pay when I pay my dues Or when I pay my dudes What's the catch? All this acting make you act far fetch Keep on talking on it like you next That seems to be a bit of a stretch Ay, make my stomach retch Ay, make my stomach retch Ooh, early in the morning make my stomach retch (Hook) Verse 3 Don't talk about it, just be about it Always hear about it, let's see about it Don't talk about it, just be about it Always hear about it, let's see about it Don't talk about it, just be about it Always hear about it, let's see about it Don't talk about it, just be about it Always hear about it, let's see about it f** the consfusion, f** all the talking let's do it Tell me who bad and who boujee Shock you, no Zulu Think she a hippy, she groovy, I told the kid she should move it Still sick in the morning time, still in the 49 Still in the dungeon, and we still keep it fortified Bunkin' in the dungeon, f**ed your mother once or twice With my brothers doing numbers, I hope you heard me right