Lyrics:
Mornings At Seven

Got that ass doin' yoga Didn't care that she's olda Got off the stage Ended up at her place We were burning up the bed Fire needed to be fed Morning

6'N the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my

Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row Wake up in the morning

pops I let my gun smoke I made a promise I won't tell if your askin' I'm just that muthafuckin son of an assassin [Krayzie] Ever since I was seven I'

?ve died that night But he?s thirty-two and invincible The cancer he had it was visceral He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole life Sick in the morning

Arrive at seven, the place feels good No time to call you today Encores till eleven then Chinese food Back to the hotel again I call your number, the

Breakfast at Mickey's, make up still on Elbows on the greasy table cloth One more coffee and one last cigarette Smiling at the rain 'cause you hold me

morning, who wakes up at the night to make his job right. With his bike driving all around the city delivers papers, oh isn't that pretty. Seven

I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one (repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of each line) Check it out Good morning... be at