Bad Morning Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

I can’t quit (quit)
At all, at all
I ain’t hurt (I ain’t hurt)
At all, at all
On my soul

No, I can’t teach ni^^a s^^t I can make it out em’
I ain’t need no tutor been advanced for the road
Doped up two or three tools goin’ on shows
Fourty on my teeth & 200 for my pole
300 for my car extra sneakers for the longest
I be runnin’ too the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain’t got nothin I wanna do better
With my life but take narcotics, with my life
Collect these bodies
With your life send it to the most high
Ni^^a showin’ off got it took when he got it
Ni^^a ran off tell me what you do ’bout it
You don’t know off the dome s^^t, can’t write
With the glock when you see the kid on sight

I can’t quit (quit) at all, at all
I ain’t hurt (I ain’t hurt) at all, at all
On my soul at all, at all
Stay the samе as my pain grow
Riding round with my bros

Riding in the maybach lеt’s goo 10 m’s up ni^^a let’s goo
He a dread head, mhmmmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take away
My pain but it’s still gon’ flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top of my mans

But he still can’t cope

I can’t quit (quit) at all, at all
I ain’t hurt (I ain’t hurt) at all, at all
Riding in the maybach let’s go 10 m’s up ni^^a let’s goo
He a dread head, mhmmmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take away my
Pain but it’s still gon’ flow
Try my hardest too put a smile on top of my mans
But he still can’t cope

No, I can’t teach ni^^a s^^t I can make it out em’
I ain’t need no tutor been advanced for the road
Doped up two or three tools goin’ on shows
Fourty on my teeth & 200 for my pole
300 for my car extra sneakers for the longest
I be runnin’ too the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain’t got nothin I wanna do better
With my life but take narcotics, with my life
Collect these bodies
With your life send it to the most high
Ni^^a showin’ off got it took when he got it
Ni^^a ran off tell me what you do ’bout it
You don’t know off the dome s^^t, can’t write
With the glock when you see the kid on sight

Riding in the maybach let’s go 10 m’s up ni^^a let’s goo
He a dread head, mhmmmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take away my pain
But it’s still gon’ flow
Try my hardest too put a smile on top of my mans
But he still can’t cope