
What Wake You Up Fat Tony (Ft. Bun B)
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[Intro — GLDNEYE]
It had me shook
Drinking Guinness with Prince, Bowie, and the crown prince Dennis. Then some lady named Selena came and sang
Kickin it with Marcus and Malcolm
’Til the day came. (yawns)
[Verse 1]
I don’t wonder why
I just wake up and I wipe the crust from my eye
She just wake up, hope to get the kid to school on time
Toothpaste on the side
Another cup of coffee and today gon be alright
He wake up with her, she livid, cause he live a lie
He been there every night saying he gon leave his wife
She wake up to my album Wake Up on repeat
And my skeet on the sheets, that ain’t for you to repeat
He wake up on the streets of the city where he sleeps
Missing teeth, Polo shirt
Sleeping bag, ain’t got no rags
The priest still wake up with his sins on his mind
He running from it, hoping he ain’t running out of time
The doctor wake up thinking bout the patient last week
It tore him down. He still see his tears on her gown
I gotta ask now while you fresh off a dream
And you probably still yawning
It had me shook
Drinking Guinness with Prince, Bowie, and the crown prince Dennis. Then some lady named Selena came and sang
Kickin it with Marcus and Malcolm
’Til the day came. (yawns)
[Verse 1]
I don’t wonder why
I just wake up and I wipe the crust from my eye
She just wake up, hope to get the kid to school on time
Toothpaste on the side
Another cup of coffee and today gon be alright
He wake up with her, she livid, cause he live a lie
He been there every night saying he gon leave his wife
She wake up to my album Wake Up on repeat
And my skeet on the sheets, that ain’t for you to repeat
He wake up on the streets of the city where he sleeps
Missing teeth, Polo shirt
Sleeping bag, ain’t got no rags
The priest still wake up with his sins on his mind
He running from it, hoping he ain’t running out of time
The doctor wake up thinking bout the patient last week
It tore him down. He still see his tears on her gown
I gotta ask now while you fresh off a dream
And you probably still yawning
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