(Verse 1)
Sweet Morning, my baby
girl hop in my car, I'm bouta drive you crazy
lay back, relax, enjoy the breeze
I'm allergic to bullshit, that's the reason why I sneeze
Momma, they trynna bring me down,
you see the sunrise
these fake niggas so blind they don't realize(real eyes)
you know me I'm only hanging with the real guys
anything is possible when you visualize
I just wanna do it Big, no pun intended
my goals are complex, they can't comprehend it
they say the truth hurts, please don't get it offended
I'm trynna get my cake, eat it then I spend it
my life is like a movie, I'm playing different roles
I can't find my Cinderella so I settle for them hoes
using hooping skills: first I pick one then I roll
opportunities are there once you open the door

(Hook)
So I'll keep going, without even knowing
where I'm headed and maybe I'll regret it
to all these places and seeing different faces
guess all I need is some hope
and I'll keep running (4x)
and I keep running (2x)
until I reach my goal

(Verse 2)
Sweet Morning, Sweet Jesus
We need to turn all these doubters into believers
I'm tired of hearing bullshit, the radio need this
just listen to my words baby I can be the preacher
forget twitter, follow me I'm the leader
this is the road to success, unload all ya stress,
I think I made Charlie Sheen start to second guess
cuz I'm the one “Winning” this contest
got the heart of a lion and the eye of the tiger
people said I shouldn't spit, guess they hate the saliva
you don't have to sell your soul just to be a survivor
and if winning is my goal I'm the ultimate striver
the designated driver cuz my mind is racing
the clock is moving slow, but my time is wasting
emotional roller-coaster, Mind Eraser
and if I can't catch my dreams then I will chase her

(Hook)


you know in life, you gotta face your fears
no matter how difficult it may appear
and as the sky clears, and the sunrise
you'll be in for a great surprise
yeah, kill it Bzy

(Bzy’s verse)
Sweet Morning, fornicating with flowers,
diabetic sex with my sweet thang of the hour.
you can't blame the wang, Bzy a wrang wrang..
plus that ass was Albert Fat so “HEY HEY HEY”
Bzy waking to a sleezy dame, thats rotten
what im saying, thats sweet like swisher boxes
him obnoxious wit plenty notches, plenty options im never stopping
you niggas got it?
plus my logic designed like Lego
take me apart and every part still has potential
wit a flow like petro, I need no echoes
cause once they hear this they'll bring it back like RETROOOO
but thats just from the get go,
i wonder if my thoughts could be protected by that gecko
fuck it, either way I’m yawning
rolling swishers wit ya bitch, what a sweet morning

(Outro)
I keep on running, for that Sweet Morning(2 times)
I done had enough
but I ain't giving up
wanna see me quit right now, that's the plan huh?
haters bring us down
but we dont give a fuck
if you feel this right now put ya hands up
(singing/harmonizing in between)

(and I keep running x3)
I keep on going
(and I keep for running x3)
for that Sweet Morning