Morning Cartoons

Lately I feel like
Trading body for some good soul
Full spread kind of views Im talking French Vouge
Get a sugar daddy on the down low
Low blow I know but
If I could choose I’d
Rather kick it by the ocean
Give up and be bad with devotion
On the run from my emotions

I should be on my grind
And I could be shining
But I can’t get up out of this bed
Im too damn stuck in my own head
I should be on my grind
Neck full of diamonds
Be stacked up like nobody’s business
Up through the roof like my dishes

Roll up to morning cartoons
Add some gin to my juice
Told the sun that she won’t have to rise today
Flight mode on my phone
So they’ll leave me alone
Tell the birds that they
Don’t have to sing no more
No more no more cus
My baby he don’t love me no more

Real involved with Tom & Jerry
Only exercise I get is
From the couch straight to the kitchen
I’ve avoided doing dishes for
Two, three weeks in a row
Im just watching the same shows
As I did when I was younger
Used to dream of getting older
Now I

Roll up to morning cartoons
Add some gin to my juice
Told the sun that she won’t have to rise today
Flight mode on my phone
So they’ll leave me alone
Tell the birds that they
Don’t have to sing no more
No more no more cus
My baby he don’t love me no more

Didn’t think I’d be spending my time
Wasting my prime
Falling behind Im twenty something ain't got shit
Twenty something ain't shit

Roll up to morning cartoons
Add some gin to my juice
Told the sun that she won’t have to rise today
Flight mode on my phone
So they’ll leave me alone
Tell the birds that they
Don’t have to sing no more
No more no more cus
My baby he don’t love me no more