J.Cole, Drake - In the Morning lyrics

Jermaine Lamarr Cole

Aubrey Graham

[J.Cole, Drake - In the Morning lyrics]

Baby, you summertime fine
I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm
Tryna get beside you like the number nine
Dime you fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason
Only time can tell but well
I'm wonderin' 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 fittin' 'cause I'm lookin'
Super fly with you
A flower, you are powerful
You do somethin' to me 'Cause girl
I caught the vibe like you
Threw somethin' to me
So I threw 'em back, now
All my niggas hollerin', "Who was that?"
"Oh boy, she bad nigga
What you 'bout to do with that?"
I'm finna take you home
Just sip a little Patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine

And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'

Uh, baby, you wintertime cold
The night is still young
Drink that dinner wine slow
I'm tryna make the goosebumps 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 jokin', I mean that thing is pokin'
I mean you kinda like that girl
That's in the US Open
I mean I got this hidden
Agenda that you provokin'
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 comin' through the
Drapes and we both yawnin'
I roll over and ask if I
Can hit it in the mornin'

Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'?
Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'?
Yeah, the Sun risin' while you moanin', baby
Can I hit it in the mornin', uh?
Can I hit it in the mornin', yeah?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'

Hey, God bless the child that
Can hold his own
God bless the woman that can hold Patron
God bless her homegirl that drove us home
No strings attached like a cordless phone
You see my intentions with you was clear
I'm learnin' not to judge a woman
By the shit that she wear
Therefore you shouldn't judge a nigga off
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 I'm talkin' about
Tomorrow you'll be callin' out
'Cause tonight we gettin' 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 warnin'

And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin', yeah

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