Morning Words - Mr. Jones lyrics

[Verse 1-Astela] It's three in the morning and i'm itchin' to write Flinching when i see the lights of the clock Hear the horns on the block Comin' round the corner like he's being chased by the cops But he's not, no he's not Just a shout to stop is what i give out Twist the cap in the opposite direction now Mr. Green was right it's gonna get out Inspired, occupied and I could really use some sleep but how? It's been three days i'm tired Of the lack of triple Z's that are acquired Feeling numb And the easy part is done, now who was the lighter? Cuz i'm taking too long to fix the spiders on the lines Twisting words up like some vines, Tight Keep in mind all the times my dreams were right I could tell the future if I could just turn out the lights [Verse 2-Matty G] Approaching slowly and grossly sporting a**orted groceries Bored stiff or stiff from boarding doors in his homery f**in' with keys in pockets to rocket a sense of urgency OK here's where things get interesting Panic bu*ton situated with grace at the base Of his hollow mainframe, poised for the play It's all day Dark matter, Dark magic, dark happenings at the hatchery Where incubated evil disguises new and shiny things Mommy's little monster with eyes baptized in mercury Spent his days in the nursery, severing every puppet string Exacting calculated footsteps on blacktop Slack jawed hacksaw, overly prone to trash talk Chatter box, awkward topics, bus stop sh** The synopsis of plot twists is bound to get complex and scrambled Doped up higher than roman candles In my bedroom building bombs to dismantle Change the channel [Chorus] It's 3 in the morning and i'm itchin to fight I got my wrists tied tight and it's hard to write And now it's 4 in the morning and i'm itching to write I got my wrists tied tight and it's hard to fight And now it's 5 in the morning and i'm itchin to fight I got my wrists tied tight and it's hard to write In my room using cats as a measurement of time Turn out the light Turn out the light [Verse 3-Astela] My page is lookin too clean, I can pa** the Yankee white So I'ma rock the situation room any time i need to write Gotta get away, get some privacy from life Must be nice Confidence wins the gold but not tonight Not Kentucky land but were growing close to ripe I think he was right I think Jerry lost his mind Now it's 5 in the morning, I'll be awake and all for it I'm even feeling euphoric, the neighbor's is all creakin' And I can hear em' snoring while i'm thinking Of every word worried if I'm on blast or getting boring I'm a lurker in the evening I be creepin' Indulgence is what he's reaping If anything Mr. Jones, recommend a book to read man I need to go to sleep kid every blink I'm thinking That i'm just dreaming and i'm friends with the demon But i'm not, no I'm not, I'm awake Hugging pages that are blank Go to sleep little Nemo it's getting late [Verse 4-Matty G] Matter of fact, Matty G is back on the map Itchin to get in after spending several days in the lab Where he was cuttinng and gutting intestines Knotted then kept and collected Back up the raw data to peck at the records Cuz he don't trust computers those metadata commuters So good for bad news and satisfying consumers Click click click, ordering flicks chicks and clips With one click the bug fixed, labeled a glitch So i post and play quiet, no data stream diet And shirk the outskirts when writers incite riots While they tuned into a vibrant sea of waves on the tube I'm in the booth making moves that can be hard to compute Wearing a war mask tasked with bringing a severed head back Meticulously slaying purveyors of riff raff And if i make it back bruised black, bones intact I'll be walking a tight wire too tired to bring the beat back [Chorus] It's 3 in the morning and i'm itchin to fight I got my wrists tied tight and it's hard to write And now it's 4 in the morning and i'm itching to write I got my wrists tied tight and it's hard to fight And now it's 5 in the morning and i'm itchin to fight I got my wrists tied tight and it's hard to write In my room using cats as a measurement of time Turn out the light Turn out the light Goodnight