Morning Breeze - Juke Ross

Yeah, uh I'm just like Kenny from the Cosbys 'cause I'm always with my bud No' I'm not a pothead' it just keep me chill as fuck 'Cause you know' I think about you from the second I wake up 'Til the numbers on my clock place me in my slumber And none of these bitches ever help me with the way I felt 'bout you 'Cause baby, you a blessing like a nigga said hachoo Andy Dufresne ain't even close compared to what I put you through I realize now that you are not a plaything for me to use So just tip this brew, Lay your head on my chest' my love is Temper-Pedic I got an appetite for destruction, but won't use you to feed it Just wanna give you rounds and work you out until you feel defeated Look you up and down then walk around, act like I'm Willie Beamen These are just some of the crazy ideas' baby, that I've been thinking Gotta excuse me for being so suggestive, I've been drinking I've been saving up for you to tell me when you gon' be leaving And when you'll fly out to me one Evening and feel this California breeze, yeah Come feel this California breeze Come feel this California breeze, yeah Come feel this California breeze

Walking through my front door I've been away a couple years I've been chasin' all my dreams But avoidin' all my fears And I met a girl, but she got too close So I said goodbye 'Cause I'll be runnin' from myself For the rest of my life Why do these birds fly into the breeze? Why do the open arms of someone who loves me make me wanna leave? Why is it so hard to see what I could be? Why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness Inside of me? Sittin' in my kitchen I've been caught inside my head Thinkin' 'bout thе past and all The good times that we had 'Causе I've been so many places Most of which I've never seen I guess happiness is inside me Not livin' in some dream Why do these birds fly into the breeze? Why do the open arms of someone who loves me make me wanna leave? Why is it so hard to see what I could be? Why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness Inside of me? Inside of me Inside of me (Oh) Why do these birds fly into the breeze? Why do the open arms of someone who loves me make me wanna leave? Why is it so hard to see what I could be? Why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness? Oh, why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness That's inside of me?

Saturday morning Friday's enemy Housework is calling-ing But where to begin? Kids are out of school Trying to find a friend Everybody is busy Can't wait for the night to begin-i-in Saturday morning (Saturday morning) Make love and listen to some music Saturday morning (Saturday morning) You've got to let yourself go-go, go-go, go-go Saturday morning (Saturday morning) Make love and listen to some music Saturday morning (Saturday morning) You've got to let yourself go-go, go-go, go-go I like to party, uh-uh Everybody does You can't wait for the weekend, no-no See what you get into (get into) But you've got to get down-down, down-down, down-down Even if you stay at home Make love and listen to some music You've got to let yourself go-go, go-go, go-go Saturday morning (Saturday morning) You work your fingers to the bone You've got to let yourself go-go, go-go, go-go Saturday morning (Saturday morning) Friday's enemy Saturday morning (Saturday morning) Make love and listen to some music Saturday morning (Saturday morning) You've got to let yourself go-go, go-go, go-go Saturday morning (Saturday morning) Friday's enemy

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour