This Morning (feat. Arin Ray & Smino)
Woke up this morning
Found my peace of mind
Finally, I can say to you
That I, feel good this morning
No, I can't deny
So finally I can lay with you
And feel, feel the pleasure
Finally do what lovers do, with you, babe
Ride for two
Don't you know, oh
So we (so we) can roll how we want to, yeah
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin', ay
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
Ooh
Da, da, da, da
Ah, oh, ooh
Da, da-da, da
Why you never ready
When I called you, told you I'd be on my way
Two hours, you still dancing
In the mirror, come outside
I got a minimalist shawty
She don't want me smoking my grabba leaf
But her banana leaf's sorry
I was rollin' up on her vanity
She got to telling these stories
How she finally found some sanity
And these hatin' hoes must be off that good cane, that danity
And it donned on me
Like 6:00 a.m. over dewy grass and my doobie rolled
That (she might be) addicted to the lights (she might be)
A victim of the likes (she might be)
A rid of my vibe
But she colder than shoulders of gold digging hoes
When a broke nigga approaching, but she cold
She colder when nigga like me ain't around to come light up, and
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin'
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
(Ooh) set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin'
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
(Ooh) mornin'
Found my peace of mind
Finally, I can say to you
That I, feel good this morning
No, I can't deny
So finally I can lay with you
And feel, feel the pleasure
Finally do what lovers do, with you, babe
Ride for two
Don't you know, oh
So we (so we) can roll how we want to, yeah
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin', ay
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
Ooh
Da, da, da, da
Ah, oh, ooh
Da, da-da, da
Why you never ready
When I called you, told you I'd be on my way
Two hours, you still dancing
In the mirror, come outside
I got a minimalist shawty
She don't want me smoking my grabba leaf
But her banana leaf's sorry
I was rollin' up on her vanity
She got to telling these stories
How she finally found some sanity
And these hatin' hoes must be off that good cane, that danity
And it donned on me
Like 6:00 a.m. over dewy grass and my doobie rolled
That (she might be) addicted to the lights (she might be)
A victim of the likes (she might be)
A rid of my vibe
But she colder than shoulders of gold digging hoes
When a broke nigga approaching, but she cold
She colder when nigga like me ain't around to come light up, and
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin'
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
(Ooh) set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin'
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
(Ooh) mornin'
Credits
Writer(s): Terrace Martin, Arin Ray, Kiefer Shackelford, Marlon Williams, Christopher Smith, Kenneth Crouch
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