Okay, morning process, wake up, wake up

We gotta wake up, wake up

Can′t hold the progress

Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process

I revel in the grotesque

Off of the clouds, snap out, and I′m at home stressed

Can't hold the progress

Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process

So I meddle with the process

Off of the clouds, snap out, and I′m at home blessed

Ey yo T, what′s wrong with ya?

Opposite of insomnia, eyelids heavy

Passing out on the couch

Write a rhyme and then I cross it out

Fall asleep in my book, hush now, not a sound

It's like a dream sequence when you flow

Maybe from a classic movie scene that you quote

Sinking in my chair like quick-sand

Now I′m falling through the hour-glass

Holding on with this hand

An hour past, all I do was sit here

I was reliving past days in the kitchen

As a kid, looking up, grandma cooking lunch

I wander to freezer to sneak out an icepole

Hiding in the garden, trying to dig a nice hole

In the flower bed, bread, pepple, green stem, brown earth

Got caught, laugh till my mouth hurt

Now I'm a teen again, skipping class

Up in McDonalds kinda lean again

Eating poison, addicted in a slight way

Might stray down the escalator, to the arcade

Onto the pool-place, laugh with my friends

I wanna stay here, it′s too late

Now I'm home alone in my humblest abode

Working 46 hours a week, slumber, then I go

Contouring the flows with my bro Harry (Love?)

Lets catch up it′s so overdue it's ridiculous

Killing shows with Madnice and Fliptrix

Sleeping in the back seat, watching lights in the distance

On the road again, eyes starts close again

Half-expected, like I'm a damn narcoleptic

Damn Leaf, this beat′s ill man, you blessed it

Got me sleep writing, subconcious reflecting

Looking in the mirror, see the face of my children

Trying to live forever with the missus; stay building

Life is a struggle, sometimes I stay ill man

But waking up to the fam is a great feel

Can′t hold the progress

Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process

I revel in the grotesque

Off of the clouds, snap out, and I′m at home stressed

Can't hold the progress

Still getting out of bed in the day′s a slow process

So I meddle with the process

Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home blessed

The morning process! Wake up, wake up

Gotta wake up, wake up