Good morning Get on down Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Every time that we hear them Get, get on down Uh, good morning Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed I mean, damn, did you even see the test

You think you know Every late night call, Every morning kiss All the "I can't live without yous" And you say goodbye like this Don't you understand? Do you even care? If you love me like you said you did Well you'd still be standing here

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

How you doing today? Are you sitting in the madman's hands again? No, I don't wanna let you down I'm not gonna lie, I'm not a nice nice guy But I tried and tried but I don't know why 'Cause when I put my head down sleeping I got this tiny little feeling

Hope I'm feeling this good when it's Monday morning Been doing my own thing, can't say that I'm sorry And I can only pray someday that we'll all be More than just okay, we can be so free And I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah I can

(Bye, bye-bye, bye-bye) At my morning glory Up under all of this But you came to spend the night So you know That there was way more to me And if you don't want me at my goodnight Gon' be goodbye I wanna take my wig off

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

The Lullaby of Broadway Goodnight, baby Goodnight, the milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby When a Broadway baby says good night It's early in the morning Manhattan babies don't sleep tight Until the dawn Sleep tight, let's call it a day

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not