It's seven thirty in the morning, and I'm scratching the itch
I know I've been annoying, my fault I've been sick
I need to take a blunt a day a keep the doctors at bay
I cannot focus when I'm on this juice, I try to concentrate
Either I'm Simpson or I'm Michael either way, glove in my hand
The gold thing do not fit inside my hand picture sandman
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I'm scratching the itch
I wanna fuck you so bad, I've been licking this bitch
Ain't nobody gonna help, it's either you or me
If I keep on smoking in this party, write my eulogy
I've been Just Vulgar faded, I'm seeing about like two of me
It's a hurting matter, family moving like them Tubi scenes
I'm only gonna matter when I'm dead, and my feet can't shake
Keep on playing with the kid like he ain't need no space
I'm doing the East Bay, then I'm going to conquer
With the balls between my legs that make you think that I'm a monster
Fuck you anyway
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I'm scratching the itch
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I'm scratching the itch
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I'm scratching the itch
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I've been bored in this bitch
I've been bored in this bitch
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I've been bored in this bitch
I've been bored in this bitch
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I've been bored in this bitch