Luyện nghe bài hát This Morning

I woke up this like
What I gotta worry God got me
I woke up this like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me

Uh, cold in my eyes, breath
Had a dream I was still in my '89 Lincoln,
Woke up, told God I was change the world
He said, "Boy, whatchu need? Whatchu (I got it)"
I said, "I to choose"
He said, "Check email"
I had a beat there JuiceBangers
work for some inspiration
808s all like a player
He said, "Go ahead, time to shine now"
I'm in your corner like
Let the haters go and sound
They gon' the Folgers when you grind out
And, Lord, please forgive me I envy in my heart
Knowing I'm really Your son, wishing I was just a
That was I was selling mixtapes for gas in my car
How dare I look at what I got and say You ain't gave it all
Know the all in Your hands,
But I got the size of a planet
Plus, I'm unqualified like Michael Scott in The
But I manage, uh
Why I panic?
up right out of a casket
This time we 'bout to do
He got it covered like
We in like all of my
RMG at it

I woke up this like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up this morning
What I gotta worry God got me
I up this morning like
What I gotta worry God got me
I woke up morning like
What I gotta 'bout? God got me

I done gave it all to Jesus, but I try to keep it
I came up from the bottom, but I done rocked arenas
I'd the show, get off stage, and still feel like I'm worthless
Maybe I should quit the circus, maybe I my purpose
That's
See, I tryna get down
But, boy, this life can kick you right into the
But I afraid, no
Get up and try, day in, day out
Ooh

That's dough
The kind that'll cook you if you let it
The that'll kill you off at a murder scene
Get the yellow tape, there's another dream,
We done came a long, way
Yeah, I mean a long, way
Cup of Kool-Aid, powdered eggs, fried all on a plate
(all on a plate)
Went from ramen to the real ramen,
Not the kind with the (with the powder!)
Now I'm taking mama, get filet mignon the side of the chowder
(clam chowder!)
She it
a million hours, no off day
I it all
So before I die I'm tryna make every a vacay, yeah (make a vacay!)
And if I it all, I can't sell a record, know I'm okay, yeah (we good!)
'Cause God got me, yeah, God got me, boy, we okay, (we okay!)
So I get it
I can't be out pretending like I ain't tryna win it (woo!)
Man, I talked a whole lot about faith, boy, now I'm tryna live it,

I up this morning like
What I worry 'bout? God got me
I woke up morning like
What I gotta worry God got me
I up this morning like
What I gotta worry God got me
I up this morning like
I gotta worry 'bout? God got me

Oh
I ain't worry, no