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Paroles de la chanson Morning Rock par Junglepussy
What a waste of toothpaste
Brushing my teeth only to smile in your face
Brushing my teeth hoping that you want a taste
Brushing my teeth but the regret don't erase
Luckily, I could afford this toothpaste
What a waste
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
What a waste
Why I gotta smile so you comfy?
I gotta hate me for you to love me
I gotta teach you how to treat me
I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy
That's way too much for me in addition to everything I do naturally
Brushing my teeth only to smile in your face
Brushing my teeth hoping that you want a taste
Brushing my teeth but the regret don't erase
Luckily, I could afford this toothpaste
What a waste
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
What a waste
Why I gotta smile so you comfy?
I gotta hate me for you to love me
I gotta teach you how to treat me
I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy
That's way too much for me in addition to everything I do naturally
It's a pity motherfuckers think they opinions gon have me adjustin' my actions see
That was the old mе caught me slippin'
Must've been in 2013
Do the math don't you еver compare
I spin on a sphere, they never come near
They measure my growth on the 'gram (Weird)
What a waste of the tool in your hands
What a waste of the jewels (?)
Once we date or runnin' errands
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, huh
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, uh
(It's the morning rock)
Don't Glock my pockets bro, I'm coppin' what ya tryna do
That was the old mе caught me slippin'
Must've been in 2013
Do the math don't you еver compare
I spin on a sphere, they never come near
They measure my growth on the 'gram (Weird)
What a waste of the tool in your hands
What a waste of the jewels (?)
Once we date or runnin' errands
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, huh
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, uh
(It's the morning rock)
Don't Glock my pockets bro, I'm coppin' what ya tryna do
You the one who needed me
Or you ain't no cop a clue
'Round the clock I'm rollin', mami
Call me when you comin thru
(?)
Coolin' off cucumber food
You know you niggas know me
Don't act funny when you see me, dude
I hope I really hope you get to catch me in a silly mood
All these niggas wanna be rockstars
Papa, do you even play guitar?
I just figured I should be an actor
Uh-huh, I'm bout to get an Oscar
Mama, mama
(I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy)
Or you ain't no cop a clue
'Round the clock I'm rollin', mami
Call me when you comin thru
(?)
Coolin' off cucumber food
You know you niggas know me
Don't act funny when you see me, dude
I hope I really hope you get to catch me in a silly mood
All these niggas wanna be rockstars
Papa, do you even play guitar?
I just figured I should be an actor
Uh-huh, I'm bout to get an Oscar
Mama, mama
(I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy)
I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy
For a seat, at who table? With the casserole (Nah)
The grapevine tangled up like telephone cords
Tellin' all stores the grass ain't greener on they side, nah
Whoever said that was high off the pesticides, bruh
Look at my lawn, bask in all the colors 'round here
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, huh
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, uh
(It's the morning rock)
What a waste of breath
For a seat, at who table? With the casserole (Nah)
The grapevine tangled up like telephone cords
Tellin' all stores the grass ain't greener on they side, nah
Whoever said that was high off the pesticides, bruh
Look at my lawn, bask in all the colors 'round here
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, huh
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa
Morning rock, I roll the cheefa, uh
(It's the morning rock)
What a waste of breath
What a waste of gettin' this off my chest
What a waste of that lotion, thought it was the potion to get a nigga open
What a waste of this hairdo, six hours at the salon to impress you
What now? I guess I'll play the Beatles
My pussy is drugs, no, no needles
Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal
Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
What a waste, what a waste
And if I look the other way
And never say a thing
If I look the other way
And never say a thing
What a waste of that lotion, thought it was the potion to get a nigga open
What a waste of this hairdo, six hours at the salon to impress you
What now? I guess I'll play the Beatles
My pussy is drugs, no, no needles
Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal
Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
If I let you get away with the mess that you made
What a waste, what a waste
And if I look the other way
And never say a thing
If I look the other way
And never say a thing
What a waste
What a waste
[Outor]
(It's the morning rock)
I gotta smile so you could be comfy?
What a waste
[Outor]
(It's the morning rock)
I gotta smile so you could be comfy?
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