[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Good morning, America, good morning to Erika
Good morning to Ashley, who always harass me
To all of my exes that sendin' me texts-es
When I'm in the bed with my other next bitch
My lovely, she's so tan, you love me, I know, man
Hey, you wanna hold hands like this was a slow jam?
Good morning to blank, I won't mention ya' name
You gave me ya' brain, so good morning to frame
And good morning to me, I'm on top of the world
And good morning to haters, I'm on top of ya' girl
Good morning to luck, 'cause I'm rolling the dice
I'm Domo Genes', so wave goodnight to ya wife
Good morning to models, good morning to bottles
We all drunk, and we turnin' this shit full throttle
And I'm takin' off, so we flyin' tonight
No more livin' low, goodbye to that life, uh!
[Hook: Domo Genesis, Tyler, The Creator]
Good morning, goodnight
Good-good morning, goodnight
Good morning, goodnight
I said, good morning, goodnight
(Yo *ahem*)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Good morning, America, good morning to Sarah, the
Bitch that broke my heart that I could really care less about
Good morning, Milan, good morning, Raquel
Good morning to the devil in the deep depths of hell
And good morning to the A.P. class I failed
And all the drug tutors that tutored my brain so well
The feeling's amazing, and no words can explain
The feelings that I feel, like Phil Collins stuck in the 80s
Good morning to the bitch father I never had
In vocab', excluding the word "Dad" in my pads
Good morning to the kids that wanna shoot up they school
The next morning, it’s okay, I encourage, it’s cool
The dream state I’m in is like digging your nose
But I’m not digging for gold, I’m digging for some shit
That I can't even say in a song, you could read it, it's braille
'Cause I'm hanging in the back like ducktails, goodnight
Good morning, America, good morning to Erika
Good morning to Ashley, who always harass me
To all of my exes that sendin' me texts-es
When I'm in the bed with my other next bitch
My lovely, she's so tan, you love me, I know, man
Hey, you wanna hold hands like this was a slow jam?
Good morning to blank, I won't mention ya' name
You gave me ya' brain, so good morning to frame
And good morning to me, I'm on top of the world
And good morning to haters, I'm on top of ya' girl
Good morning to luck, 'cause I'm rolling the dice
I'm Domo Genes', so wave goodnight to ya wife
Good morning to models, good morning to bottles
We all drunk, and we turnin' this shit full throttle
And I'm takin' off, so we flyin' tonight
No more livin' low, goodbye to that life, uh!
[Hook: Domo Genesis, Tyler, The Creator]
Good morning, goodnight
Good-good morning, goodnight
Good morning, goodnight
I said, good morning, goodnight
(Yo *ahem*)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Good morning, America, good morning to Sarah, the
Bitch that broke my heart that I could really care less about
Good morning, Milan, good morning, Raquel
Good morning to the devil in the deep depths of hell
And good morning to the A.P. class I failed
And all the drug tutors that tutored my brain so well
The feeling's amazing, and no words can explain
The feelings that I feel, like Phil Collins stuck in the 80s
Good morning to the bitch father I never had
In vocab', excluding the word "Dad" in my pads
Good morning to the kids that wanna shoot up they school
The next morning, it’s okay, I encourage, it’s cool
The dream state I’m in is like digging your nose
But I’m not digging for gold, I’m digging for some shit
That I can't even say in a song, you could read it, it's braille
'Cause I'm hanging in the back like ducktails, goodnight
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