J. Cole - In The Morning Lyrics
[J. Cole]Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underlineIm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dimeYou fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tellBut well, Im wondering what type of shit you wantin'Do you like the finer things or you a simple womanWould you drink with a n-gga, do you smoke weedDon't be ashamed, it aint no thing, I used to blow treesGettin lifted, I quit but sh-t, I might get high with youIts only fitting cause Im looking super fly with youA flower, you are powerful, you do something to mecause girl I caught the vibe like you threw something to meSo i threw em back, now all my n-ggas hollerin, who was thatOh boy, she bad n-gga, what you bout do with thatI'm finna take you home, just sip a little patronNow we zonin', baby you so fine[Chorus]And can I hit it in the morningAnd can I hit it in the morningAnd can I hit it in the morningThe sun rising while you moanin'And can I hit it in the morningAnd can I hit it in the morningAnd can I hit it in the morningThe sun rising while you moanin'[Drake]Uh, baby you winter time coldThe night is still young, drink dat dinner wine slowI'm trying to make the goose bumps on your inner thigh showI'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines goYeah, and if you gotta leave for work, I'll be right here in the same bed that you left me inI love big women cause my aunt, she rode equestrianI used to go to the stables and get those kids to bet meAnd I would always ride the stallions whenever she let meI'm joking, I mean that thing is pokingI mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US OpenI mean I got this hidden agenda that you provokingI got bath water that you can soak inThings I could do with lotionDont need a towel, we could dry off in the coversAnd when you think you like it, I promise you gonna love itYeah, well lights coming through the drapes and we both yawningI roll over and ask if..[Chorus - Drake][J. Cole]Hey, hey, God Bless the child that can hold his ownGod Bless the woman that can hold patronGod Bless the homegirl that drove us homeNo strings attached, like a cordless phoneYou see my intentions with you is clearI'm learning not to judge a woman by the shit that she wearsTherefore, you shouldnt judge a n-gga off of the shit that you hearGet all defensive, apprehensive, all because my careerTo be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeahSomehow I wound up in your bed so where we headin from hereJust say you're scared if you're scared but if you through frontin' we can do somethinAnd you know just what Im talking about, tomorrow you'll be calling outCause tonight we getting right into the wee morn'Cooking n-gga breakfast after sex is like a rewardThen I go my way and you think about me all day, thats just a warning[Chorus][End]
