Imma take you back old days
When I was 19 and always absent from school
Only air filled my empty pockets
Smoke so thick from the cigarettes I stole from dad

You know what I’m saying?

Hey, owner of the mart by Goonpo Station
Give me my paycheck that’s been pushed off for months
The monthly rent of a small studio
Used to be my day’s driving force

All day, my lips were cracked
Saying I was doing just fine was a bluff
Common problems and I knew that
My feet were trudging along

Now I see

A kid who wasn’t good at expressing himself
Slowly getting to know
I say that “good morning” yeah
I say that “good morning” yeah
I say that “good morning” yeah

If I could meet the 21-year-old me
I’ll tell him be strong, you’re doing great
I count on you
After I dusted off my old lyrics notebook
I stepped on the stage again
Gotta do ma thang mama
Just stay tuned, dad

Even though I messed up my college performance yesterday
Even though this senior predicted I would mess up
Even though I’ll be hungry tomorrow
Rather than the similar past
Even if I’m busy and my day and nights change
I didn’t even know if the sun was rising when I was living in the basement
Thanks to that, even if I woke up from my dream, I was able to sleep again

A kid who wasn’t good at expressing himself
Slowly getting to know
I say that “good morning” yeah
I say that “good morning” yeah
I say that “good morning” yeah

Those days became yesterday, I say that “good morning”
It’ll become tomorrow, I say that “good morning”
Now my mornings are longer and dazzling