Morning Dew (feat. Young Yousef)

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Jeff Porter & David Ryan

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I'm a jack of all trades, master of the ceremonies
Winner of the trophies, we feel like Shaq and Kobe
Now I need charcuterie with the goat cheese
Oh please, we can see that he got no steez
You had front seats, then downgraded to nosebleeds
Nothing's out my reach, no one's really out my league
As far as I can see, I've yet to peak and honestly
I can hardly sleep, the thought of failure's haunting me
But I'm progressing and I'm everything you wanna be
With you I see recession like 2008 economy
What bothers me is that she still got a part of me
She cringes at the thought of me, I thought I hit the lottery
You cut me deep, you hit a major artery
Everything's a hit with me this feels like the Carter 3
I'm skating on this beat it feels like it's Connery
I won't stop until my car has autonomy

I remember 2012, me and Fernando took a different route
After class, passing hash, freestyling at the Sympo House
It felt kind of natural you know that we were just livin' proud
Thinking back to them days, it's all so simple now
Our shit was kinda trash but it done planted the seed
Fast forward like 10 years, now it's all that I need
What good is being Mufasa if you don't have you a lioness
What good is crafting bars if none of y'all gon' give me my respect
Fall on deaf ears like I'm speaking a different dialect
Bout to call NPR, Tell 'em I want my tiny desk
Never take for granted my relationship with Mom and Dad
They say I make 'em proud, they cherishing all the times we've had
Like bringing me to college or handing over that hockey bag
That's why even when life seems to get tough I am hardly mad
Putting every single beat I touch in a bodybag
Y'all should be sponsored by Dum Dums how you lolligag

If drugs are not the best for me
And love ain't what it's meant to be
If heaven was on earth we'd probably LLC the entity
What's meant for you will not be sent to me
So watch your energy and don't project on me
Before I liquidate your equity
I'm lost in a cloud of marijuana smoke
We build it up to break it down as if it's dominoes
But if I gotta go and find my soul a thousand miles from home
I'd probably say adios the alchemist 
In search of more than treasure not a pot of gold
Would satisfy the visions of this mission that I call my own
I can't ask permission when I'm paving down the road I go
I stay hopeful though and roll the do si do
I find myself in Linden mind is somewhere out in Tokyo
Expanding my portfolio, I can't be no Romeo
I've been on the road, and lately shit been like a rodeo
I been calling God about some shit that he would only know
So I keep my brodies close until I meet the Holy Ghost

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