歌詞:
Styles The Very Morning

I preceded being myself with thoughts of great anything is yet to be making arms long to reach things i don't want i realized that morning are useless

opens with this young black child, fingers scratched Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin' the TV down While Mary Jane girls, 45's playin', soft in the background Food from C Town's, mornings

can rock the bricks Me and my man going to investigate The whole way that you operate, cooperate And what's your name? (Mos Def) And where you from? (Brooklyn) And how you living? (Very well, very

pardon To me getting paid and getting busy fall together So a man of my ambiance...never! Could I be weak, why I'm rather unique I got style, flavor

(Narrator) Joseph was taken to Egypt in chains and sold Where he was bought by a captain named Potiphar (Narrator & MM) Potiphar had very few cares He

Ooh yeah, mm, hey yo man Ain't nothin' like a nice bowl of Cornflakes in the morning to smooth you out Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal Milky Cereal

yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly dusty Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise Mic, turntables, style

Hard days of work, you had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax while I soak you in my mental Back rub style, watch this, yo, yo Massage

Manda, what's up La Yo people have been trying to get fierce on me I think it's time I tell them about themselves Yo, just give it to them safari style