lyrics:
[hook]
wake up, thinkin bout the day
woke up, thinkin bout the same things, okay
make another track, and i play it for the mans
hit another bag, and i count up all the bands

[verse 1]
just kidding
not about the first part, but the bag thinning
like a damn hairline, bron still winning
chair creaks, wake up errybody in the building
ya ya

im the lofi god
on the oldschool, nobody touched me dawg
melodic too, i just brag a lot 

but i make it sound prettyyyyy
and, uh
make u mad jellyyy
ya, uh

only 1998 but i feel like i been comin since the early 90's days 
every dragon that ever came up to me got slayed

beyblades spin and the tops  do too 
told u this is not a dream, this is my muse
turning into something that i need to fuse
and i got a plan, hope you not confused

write stanzas, look like constanza
but i still stand up, to all these other rappers
i was in the backend
i was in the background
now im in the foreground
middle fingers up, ouch
fuck yall, nv till i die, all i rep, now
all the best shit
all i know is swainey do it better every second
lemme get this

[hook]
wake up, thinkin bout the day
woke up, thinkin bout the same things, okay
make another track, and i play it for the mans
hit another bag, and i count up all the bands
(x3)

[verse 2]
from the cold but my soul seems west coast
got a weight on my shoulders that wont let go
so i breathe slow
and try to take it all in
and i write masterpieces, just to piece it all in

idk if im fit for this
i just dipped my toe and then it pulled me in

aint a turn back
just forks in roads
and the pavement cracked
and thats that

[hook]
wake up, thinkin bout the day
woke up, thinkin bout the same things, okay
make another track, and i play it for the mans
hit another bag, and i count up all the bands
(x2)

WAKE UP (prod. MOODS)

NV // TORONTO

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WAKE UP (prod. MOODS)

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