Leave in the Morning - Felly

I gotta leave in the morning

I gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave in the morning

You believe what we started?

You believe, you believe, you believe, you believe what we started?

Mic check, one-two, one-two

I’m rocking black like the red and blue

He finna stack to the black, all bulletproof

Making platinum, I’ll blast off, bust a move

Little Max said she love me, I love you too

But that stress make you ugly, that black and blue

You know that light can be lovely, just let it through

While she sip from the bubbly, like «Yeah, that’s true»

I’m like «Yeah, that’s true»

Rap culture, shouts to rap culture

Keep the kid writing like he supposed to

And the blueprint ain’t never how you wanna

But that’s the point, you supposed to wander

And take yo' chance like its, dancing like

Antsy like groceries that’s left over, pants be too, ten deep on my shoulder

Smoking on some of that learnt when you’re older, fool

I don’t play by the rules

I love getting money when I’m skipping on school

A few in the living room, like what a view

Seven-three to the end when you those twos

I hope the green don’t get the blues

I beat the drum the drum and I speak the truth

Said here he comes and then there he goes

Cause it won’t be long until the rooster crows

And I got to roll

Ay, I banged Chanelle and she fine as hell

Pussy ain’t even gotta smell

I light that herb and let my eyes swell

She took a hit and say she high as hell

I fuck with your real nigga shit

All we do is real nigga shit

She said, «I know, I’m a real bitch»

Nah, you a real nigga bitch

I could be your n-i-g-g-a

And we could get drunk and smoke weed all day

Roll it backward, we could steam all day

We could kick shit like Bruce Lee all day

And you look so good, wish I could mount you on my wall

Mona Lisa with better features

We could go and swipe a VISA for some pizza

Apple TV got the movies, we can screen 'em

Fresher than a fuckin' preacher on the day of Easter

And you could buy the bitch, we just tryna lease her

Baby girl, don’t smoke too much

And when you give me brain I hope that you don’t choke too much

And when I’m gone, I hope that you don’t talk so much

And I’ll be riding 'round the city as I hold that clutch

Damn, can you believe where we started

I’ll stay for the night but baby girl I gotta leave, I gotta leave in the