Morning Rock

[Intro]
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
Luckilily, I could afford this toothpaste
What a waste

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
Why I gotta smile so you'd be 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 thе old me caught me slippin'
Must've been in 2013
Do thе math don't you ever 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 I advance
Once we datin' or runnin' errands

[Hook]
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba, huh
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba, uh
(It's the morning rock)

[Verse 2]
Don't clock my pockets bro, I'm poppin' what ya tryna do
You the one who needed me
Oh you ain't know cop a clue
'Round the clock I'm rollin', mami
Call me when you comin' through
Crochet camisa catch me
Coolin' off cucumber food
You know your n*ggas 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

[Bridge]
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
What a waste
(I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy)

[Verse 3]
I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy
For a seat, at who table? With the casserole (Nah)
The grapevine tangled up like telephone cords
Tellin' old stories 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

[Hook]
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba, huh
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba
Morning rock, I roll the cheeba, uh
(It's the morning rock)

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]
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, what a waste)
What a waste (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

[Outro]
(It's the morning rock)
I gotta smile so you could be comfy?