GOODMORNINGAMERICA!

Lyrics

[Chorus: xPainWarriorx] Whatever it is you want, I have it for you I'm kicking it in the stu', thinking only 'bout you (boom) If he got a problem, he can kiss it like a boot (aye aye) Twenty shots sent through, he was off the '42 My shooters'll bust critics like nuts (nuts), they don't need a who Saying good morning to the country, and good night to you I'm an uncanny human, you can find out too If he wants the smoke, he can roll the blunt (puff, puff) She ain't gotta stay, she can give it up It's 3 A.M., Glocks finna bust 4 A.M., it's the end, you better send him up The clock neared 5, his time was up He better not cry, or he gon' be sent up He's a gift for God, we gon' send him up [Verse 1: xPainWarriorx] We can light him up, despite his 9 to 5 (9 to 5-5-5) Lit the night sky, we don't need lights What can his pockets buy, he gon' need to die (goodbye) We lit him on fire, we gon' need the light (light him up, Xain) Put him on the news, Ragu on my shoes Prego on the walls, on my buddies' food I've been feeling confident, can't even move (uh-uh-uh-uh) [Chorus: xPainWarriorx] Whatever it is you want, I have it for you I'm kicking it in the stu', thinking only 'bout you If he got a problem, he can kiss it like a boot Twenty shots sent through, he was off the '42 My shooters'll bust critics like nuts, they don't need a who Saying good morning to the country, and good night to you I'm an uncanny human, you can find out too If he wants the smoke, he can roll the blunt She ain't gotta stay, she can give it up It's 3 A.M., Glocks finna bust 4 A.M., it's the end, you better send him up The clock neared 5, his time was up He better not cry, or he gon' be sent up He's a gift for God, we gon' send him up [Verse 2: Th3thirdkind, xPainWarriorx] Light it, light it up Don't need a bitch to tell me what's luck I don't give a fuck bout what you haters think I don't even care if you don't wanna link (uh-huh) I'ma go my own damn way, so light it up I'm only really okay when I'm off the blunt I might eat her up, I don't even give a fuck Standing still, I ain't scared Kill me here, I don't care Good morning, why you stare? [Chorus: xPainWarriorx, Th3thirdkind] Whatever it is you want, I have it for you I'm kicking it in the stu', thinking only 'bout you If he got a problem, he can kiss it like a boot Twenty shots sent through, he was off the '42 My shooters'll bust critics like nuts, they don't need a who Saying good morning to the country, and good night to you I'm an uncanny human, you can find out too If he wants the smoke, he can roll the blunt She ain't gotta stay, she can give it up (give it up) It's 3 A.M., Glocks finna bust (bust) 4 A.M., it's the end, you better send him up The clock neared 5, his time was up He better not cry, or he gon' be sent up He's a gift for God, we gon' send him up