April 13th Ft Vic Mensa & Donnie Trumpet

Leave it up to the morning To take away your pain, make you whole again Leave it up to the morning To wash away your sins, a simple man, I wish I was Leave it up to the morning Dirty shoe laces on the telephone line, white powder on the table Leave it up to the morning When the evening comes Hollywood, Los Angeles Holly Wood, Los Angeles Wanna know you’re so talented Don’t know how you gonna balance it Between all the white lines, and the night clubs at night time Well, I will say at least you would be the best candidate The prototype Leave it up to the morning I woke up in a butterflies cocoon covered in cosmic dust Fell down from the heavens when I held out my hand in hell In God we Trust Money in my palm, trees, shades, sand and the beach Changing the sheets, Cheap trick we met last night I like a little bark and a bitch that bite I don’t mean to be rude but you so beautiful A fool I’d be to let you go Go and tell your friends you fell in love with someone you barely know Do you, fall asleep and watch the sun like I do So when you feel me missing there beside you Leave it up to the morning To wash away your sins, simple life, I wish it was