i'm always mad in the morning. who the hell took me out of those wonderful dreams about tonya. to all y'all mother f'ers heffers and half steppers the best of us is yet to come y'all aint seen the last of us. i am that kid that nobody ever gave a uf about curse words and the worst words were the first words comin' out my mouth started out with nothin so we had noth noth nothin to lose. why do we look sad when we make love? seriously i wanna know. being mad in the mornings rock, then you have an excuse to be an ass for the better part of the day. i must be getting old, i have trouble running off of four hours of sleep. i need at least six now. god, none of this makes any sense. welcome to my train of thought. i want some golden grahams so i'm gonna make like the gangsta and bust out this peice.