Morning Song's (6.2)

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Uh-huh Low end shaking the room, let it move a little [Spoken Word] Wasn't gonna make a song Turns out, I was wrong If you got a minute, stay here with me Hell, you can even sing along It's my morning song Pretty sure I can't go too wrong Got my bong Got this motherfucker listening to my song So how can I go wrong? [Hook] Yeah, let it roll, let it ride Chronic on the desk and the bass on time Yeah, let it wobble, let it lean Whole room moving like a half-baked dream [Verse 1] New software, all the buttons blink Ash ring stuck where my elbow was Half a thought still in the way But I push the track a little past If it comes out crooked, fine I'll take the turn it takes Little static in the wire Still enough to keep it awake [Verse 2] Screen glow on my face at dawn Mouse clicks laying down a rough drum Room smells like burnt green and resin Headphones throbbing with the low-end hum I don't need perfect, just momentum Something odd I can live inside So I drag the loop through the haze Till it starts to feel alright [Verse 3] Little pop in the speakers Little hitch in the line Could be the charm of it Could be the sign I'm not chasing polished I'm chasing alive So I leave the edges jagged And let the thing breathe and drive If the timing bends, I bend too If the hook limps in, I keep it One more turn, one more inch Till the whole thing finally gets it [Hook] Yeah, let it bounce, let it stay Messy little groove in the break of day Yeah, keep it loose, keep it near If it shakes the frame, then the message is clear [Verse 4] Window cracked, hallway loud Somebody's TV leaking through the wall I'm here with a beatpad pulse Trying to catch the groove before it falls It don't need a suit and tie It don't need a polished coat Just a stubborn hand on the knobs And a voice that can keep afloat [Verse 5] I hit save, then hit it again Like that might make it behave Waveforms pile up like dirty dishes On the edge of a day gone stray If the verse leans left, I let it If the kick lands late, I let it This ain't a museum piece It's a note I can still sweat [Verse 6] Morning air through the blinds Chronic smoke turning bitter in the cup I'm talking to the mic like a neighbor Who's seen me mess it up Still the room gives back That little thud when the low end lands So I keep both hands on the knobs And the song keeps taking my hand [Verse 7] Could've stayed in bed, called it Could've let the silence win But the day was already knocking So I let the rough draft in Now the whole thing's got a pulse Bumping like a screen-door hinge Nothing fancy, just a working groove And a reason to press these keys [Pre-Chorus] Smoke's half gone, screen's half lit Buttons keep flashing, I keep on with it Might come out crooked, might come out rough But the groove is there, and that's enough Hang on a second, hear it lean Right before it drops, right before the beam [Bass Wave Chorus] Boom bap, let the speakers fold Whole room leaning when the low end rolls Boom bap, feel it in your chest If it sounds like thunder, then it's doing its best Boom bap, keep it sloppy, keep it raw Hit that bass wave and let it shake the walls Boom bap, no plan, no script Just a hard little groove and a whole lot of kick [Bridge] Yeah, I hit save and the whole thing blinked Ash went cold and the cursor still thinks I'm supposed to know what I'm doing right now But I learned to keep talking, even through the doubt So if it glitches, if it drags, if it spits out a mess I'm still here with the mic and the rest is the rest One more take, one more click, let it wobble along I didn't plan to make this, but here comes the song [Bass Wave Chorus] Boom bap, let the speakers fold Whole room leaning when the low end rolls Boom bap, feel it in your chest If it rattles the shelves, then it passed the test Boom bap, keep it weird, keep it loud Let that bottom end punch through the crowd Boom bap, no polish, no fix Just a bass wave crash and a grin in the mix Ass is to ass, grass is to grass When you like that shit make sure you puff and then pass I just like to say good morning from my end to yours Time to get some chronic going on and start doing your daily chores Bump your partner, still hearing that bitch's snores Fart under the sheets, that'll get her in the streets Good luck, friends It's gonna be a hell of a ride And if you're just now hearing my music, get ready for an ear side collide Get it! [Outro] Yeah, that’s the whole damn thing Just a smoke-stained tune with a busted little swing If the bass still hits when the words run thin Then I guess that’s how a morning song begins Alright Hit stop Or play it again