Morning Glory

[Intro: sIMple]

Do you wanna get high with ussss?
Who wants get high with us?
You wants to get high with us?
Do ya? Do ya? x2

[Verse 1: Simple]

Uh, check it
Microphone wreck it
Wreck it erra erra
Skit and skat and kick it in a ????
In my era era flavor savor now or later Gators
Flyer than space invaders baked behind some aviators
Imitated innovations making way for the complacent
Keep it wavy and everything is gravy baby
Really thought I make waves like Poseidon
Hoes saying hi to him
Johnny Tsunami riding it
High as shit on a dolphin fin
Honest engine I been thinking
If Huck finished a 5th of whatever he was drinking
And hopped in front of a Lincoln and started speeding
Would you tell lawyer you say your boy flying past a patrol car
Or would you kid?
Ok check this
I got a Spanish bitch and she an undergraduate in management
Favorite past time is sucking dick and rolling Cannabis
Balling crossing over seas see if you can handle this
Fade away J, push off and smile for the cameras
Fist pumping full off of fish dumpling peeled in a fresh onion
Drop the top and let the sun innnnn chill and get blunted
Forge trauma more horse power than ?????????
And portofino stuffed portabella over linguini rapini and vino reduccions
This is something like!
My feet up on the ottoman there's no path that I'm offering
That fits with these iconic lines
Hypothesize an awesome life looking for the keys to happiness
Already lost it twice, like what would you do for a Klondike
It's on like, liquor spilled on women
All up in the Villa while I blast this shit
Do you wanna get high with us? Do I really have to ask the shit?
I'm on acid hits, I'm really fucked up I got to pass this shit

[Chorus: Callon B]

This is Morning Glory
Say Good morning for me x2

[Verse 2: Callon B]

Sent a message to my dealer hope he gets me straight
Probably also sent that message to the NSA
Foggy lungs but don't doubt that I ain't been in shape
Better flee to shade flows hotter than the 5th of May
Bitch I'm quick to slay
Came in this world equipped with taste
Affixiated with haze and I'm in disarray
Shits feasible no doubtingly reasonable
Unreachable, a gift from the Heaven's sent from me to you
Tip the pizza dude then it's back to rolling dope up
Grab a Styrofoam cup, now hold up
Triple stacks thicker than cold nipples
Hope you hold liquor, rub one off and we blow nickles
I'm out my fucking mind, colors out the fucking lines
Huffing pine look in my eyes you think I'm bluffing guys
Shit, pupils big as mother fucking pancakes
Lets see how many doses I can take
Till I'm foaming out the mouth
Holding down the south
Spitting shit foul
As molded sauerkraut
Through sleet hale snow and when it showers out
Till they turn my power out I'll be a fucking power house
Uh, yeah Callon B, Peace Tea by the gallon please
In the clouds up high enjoy the mountain scene
Such an astounding being
You only see what you're allowed to see
I'm becoming someone that I'm proud to be!
Candy flipping, watching Andy Griffith
Lay her on the couch and left her mother fucking panties dripping
Fanny gripping, just friends is an understatement
Hide this tape when you get it don't let your mother play it
Me and my brothers jaded, GYB till the end comes
Fuck who? Offend none
I'm after Income, bad bitches and then some
Wish my weed dealer would pick up.....fuck

[Chorus: Callon B]