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Albums:

That Great Gettin' Up Mornin' (The Four Lads) · Bobby Gillespie Presents Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (Jerry Lee Lewis) · Good Mornin' Blues [Living Era] (Leadbelly) · Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp (Kid Rock) · After Mornin' (Rittz) · Good Mornin' Blues (1936-1940) (Leadbelly) · My Lord What a Mornin' (Harry Belafonte) · Good Mornin' Blues (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sunday Mornin' Singin': Live! (Rhonda Vincent) · Early Mornin' Breeze (Dolly Parton) – and 90 other albums »


meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist
And if they only knew
They'd be so surprised
I'm just a good pretender in a great disguise

Keep 'em guessin', keep 'em laughin'
Build that wall up
as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
Sneak (dissin’)
Sneak me through the back
"Don't ya call me in the mornin' babe
I won't pick up the telephone
I got a great day comin
I'm needed on the run

Livin' in this city damn near
I keep it handy

Well early in the mornin' bout the break of day
I figured it was time to make a getaway
Steppin' right along but I was steppin' too
they only knew
They'd be so surprised
I'm just a good pretender in a great disguise

Keep'em guessin', keep'em laughin'
Build the wall up high
Long
wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so the competition
And you'd think I'd know
I'm going down
What a great way to go

Every mornin every evening
There ain't no time I ain't thinking 'bout
The way you smile
You're
his head) I keep it handy.

Well early in the mornin' bout the break of day
I figured it was time to make a getaway
Steppin' right along but I was
a little more every day
One part woman the other part girl
To perfume and make up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world
But I
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe
my fault? (It go)
It’s all in my head (look)

They say knowledge is power, great 'cause every day I learn
As of late been having revelations bout
my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our
with my pack on my back
And over the fields with my great heavy sack
With the holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through
Singing skinny-me-rink
you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that
And it's over the fields with my pack on my back
And over the fields with my great heavy sack
With the holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through
mothafuckas hurtin' 
Niggas never no bluffin' 
No perv'in 
Lil Lay the great 
Runnin' this earth 
I'm ready to serve ya right 
Nigga done paid my dues 
And took
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wonderin' if she had changed at all
If her hair was still red

And her folks had said our
And nothin in my life will ever be above it
We want to see our kids all grown up
We're tired of seein our hoods get blown up
L.A. is a great place
Fly girls,
And keep it pimpin', how? fire dro up in the kitchen
By mornin', all ya fruit juice and crackles will be missin'
We an trippin, we act like fiends in a way
I'm talkin to the best chosen
Playin on 45th
Drink cola
Sellin drugs in the mornin
Strengthing my opponents
Fuck around and catch a bonus
Move all
So (High), Up in the..(Sky)
It ain't no comin' down or mention
And keep it pimpin', how? fire dro up in the kitchen
By mornin', all ya fruit juice
an interview
You know who
I'm talkin' to the best chosen
Playin on 45th
Drink cola
Sellin' drugs in the mornin'
Strengthing my opponents
Fuck around