Instrumentals - J Cole+Drake In The Morning | Текст песни

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• J Cole+Drake In The Morning

[Verse 1]
Baby you summertime fine
I let you get on top
I be the underline
I'm tryna get beside you
Like the number 9, dime
You fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason
Only time can tell
But well, I'm wondering
What type of shit you wantin'?
Do you like the finer things
Or you a simple woman?
Would you drink with a nigga?
Do you smoke weed?
Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing
I used to blow trees
Gettin lifted, I quit but shit
I might get high with you
It's only fitting
Cause I'm looking super fly with you
A flower, you are powerful
You do something to me
Cause girl I caught the vibe
Like you threw something to me
So I threw 'em back
Now all my niggas hollering, who was that?
Oh boy, she bad nigga,
What you 'bout do with that?
I'm finna take you home,
Just sip a little Patron
Now we zonin'
Baby you so fine

[Hook]
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moanin'

[Verse 2: Drake]
Uh, baby you winter time cold
The night is still young
Drink that dinner wine slow
I'm tryna make the goose bumps
On your inner thigh show
I'll let you beat me there
As far as finish lines go
Yeah, and if you gotta leave for work
I'll be right here in the same bed
That you left me in
I love thick women cause my aunt
She rode equestrian
I used to go to the stables
And get them kids to bet me
And I would always ride the stallions
Whenever she let me
I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking
I mean you kinda like that girl
That's in the US Open
I mean I got this hidden agenda
That you provoking
I got bath water that you can soak in
Things I could do with lotion
Don't need a towel,
We could dry off in the covers
And when you think you like it
I promise you gonna love it
Yeah, when lights coming through the drapes
And we both yawning
I roll over and ask if

[Hook]
Can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moanin'

[Verse 3]
Hey, God bless the child
That can hold his own
God bless the woman
That can hold Patron
God bless the homegirl
That drove us home
No strings attached
Like a cordless phone
You see my intentions with you was clear
I'm learning not to judge a woman
By the shit that she wears
Therefore, you shouldn't judge a nigga off
Of the shit that you hear
Get all defensive, apprehensive
All because my career
To be fair, I know
We barely know each other and yeah
Somehow I wound up in your bed
So where we headed from here
Just say you're scared
If you're scared
But if you through frontin'
We can do somethin'
And you know just what Im talkin' about
Tomorrow you'll be callin' out
Cause tonight we getting right into the wee morn'
Cook a nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward
Then I go my own way
You think about me all day
That's just a warning

[Hook]
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moanin'


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