[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, woo
Yeah, it’s eight o’clock in the morn-

[Verse]
It’s eight o’clock in the morning
Still up recording in the studio I built inside my house, I am an orphan
There is no father to my style
I grew up a delinquent, head is screwed up that I think with moonwalking on the cloud
(?)
Said the dick is like a hobby for her mouth, and we’re just killing time
I can feel your energy, I hope you’re feeling mine
I’m the motherfucker that you call cause I can get you high
Feel the vibes, we don’t need no wheels to ride
Dancing on her sliver line
I ain’t going nowhere like the people holding picket signs
In it for the long haul, I always been an oddball
The world is just my console walking backwards to the finish line
You fucking with a champion
Show me to the money please, motherfucking ransom
Now witnessing a motherfucking icon
The days are shorter, but the night long