The Morning Process Songtext

von Verb T

Okay, morning process, wake up, wake up
We gotta wake up, wake up

Can't hold the progress
Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process
I revel in the grotesque
Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home stressed

Can't hold the progress
Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process
So I meddle with the process
Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home blessed

Ey yo T, what's wrong with ya?
Opposite of insomnia, eyelids heavy
Passing out on the couch
Write a rhyme and then I cross it out
Fall asleep in my book, hush now, not a sound
It's like a dream sequence when you flow
Maybe from a classic movie scene that you quote
Sinking in my chair like quick-sand
Now I'm falling through the hour-glass
Holding on with this hand
An hour past, all I do was sit here
I was reliving past days in the kitchen
As a kid, looking up, grandma cooking lunch
I wander to freezer to sneak out an icepole
Hiding in the garden, trying to dig a nice hole
In the flower bed, bread, pepple, green stem, brown earth
Got caught, laugh till my mouth hurt
Now I'm a teen again, skipping class
Up in McDonalds kinda lean again
Eating poison, addicted in a slight way
Might stray down the escalator, to the arcade
Onto the pool-place, laugh with my friends
I wanna stay here, it's too late
Now I'm home alone in my humblest abode
Working 46 hours a week, slumber, then I go
Contouring the flows with my bro Harry (Love?)
Lets catch up it's so overdue it's ridiculous
Killing shows with Madnice and Fliptrix
Sleeping in the back seat, watching lights in the distance
On the road again, eyes starts close again
Half-expected, like I'm a damn narcoleptic
Damn Leaf, this beat's ill man, you blessed it
Got me sleep writing, subconcious reflecting
Looking in the mirror, see the face of my children
Trying to live forever with the missus; stay building
Life is a struggle, sometimes I stay ill man
But waking up to the fam is a great feel

Can't hold the progress
Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process
I revel in the grotesque
Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home stressed

Can't hold the progress
Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process
So I meddle with the process
Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home blessed

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The morning process! Wake up, wake up
Gotta wake up, wake up