The morning is black and our nights are white
The morning is black and our nights are white
The morning is black and our nights are white

The morning is black and our nights are white

How well do you know me?
You still know the TV me
They don’t listen to my music
They don’t look at my Instagram
I live in reality
I get applause behind my head
Flying above a circular stage
They suck on their cigarettes from under
My morning is black
And my night is very bright
I’m not a gentleman on Monday mornings
The oil that’s building up around my feet
It blings more than the rust on a golden spoon

Even if our nights aren’t more beautiful than your days
We can open our eyes and dream for a long time
Some say that each passing minute and second have value
So even if I’m hungover, I’m clinking glasses of soju again
Even though my body is ruined from the mornings I lost
My family’s mornings were always fresh

The morning is black and our nights are white
The morning is black and our nights are white
The morning is black and our nights are white

The morning is black and our nights are white

After a long night and early morning comes
That’s when I fall asleep
Crumpled paper and leftover pizza
My shirt is always black, I’m a pretty fly guy
Honest lyrics and beats that make me scream
That’s what brought me here
Writing myself on a blank sheet of paper
The background was always gray
I’m not a Korean American, I didn’t roll my tongue
But my mom put her hopes in me
I helped her business but never let go of my pen
I smelled like oil but I made myself even tougher
It’s been five years since Show Me The Money
Only thing that changed is that I don’t worry about what to eat
I still don’t want to be a stranger
I wanna be who I planned to be

The morning is black and our nights are white
The morning is black and our nights are white
The morning is black and our nights are white

The morning is black and our nights are white

Brighten your night