Morning Rock Lyrics

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 luckily
I could afford this toothpaste
What a waste

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

Why I gotta smile so you 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 motherf*ckers think they opinions gon have me adjustin' my actions see
That was the old mе caught me slippin'
Must've been in 2013
Do the math don't you еver 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 hand
What a waste the jewels
Once we date or runnin' errands

Don't Glock my pockets bro, I'm coppin' what ya tryna do
You the one who needed me
Round the clock i'm rollin
Call me when you comin thru
Coolin' off cucumber food
You know you niggas 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 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

I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy
For a seat, at who table? With the casserole
The grapevine tangled up like telephone cords
Tellin' all stores the grass ain't greener on they side, nah
Whoever said that was high off the pesticides, bruh
Look at my lawn, baskin' all the colors round here

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 hopin'
What a waste of this hairdo, six hours at the salon to impress you
What now? I guess i'll play the Beatles, my p*ssy is drugs, no, no needles
Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal
Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal

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

And if I look the other way
And never say a thing
And if I look the other way
And never say a thing
What a waste
What a waste

I gotta smile so you could be comfy?

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