Lyrics In the Morning - J. Cole , Drake
[J.
Cole]
Baby
you
summertime
fine,
I
let
you
get
on
top,
I
be
the
underline
Im
trying
to
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,
Im
wondering
what
type
of
shit
you
wantin'
Do
you
like
the
finer
things
or
you
a
simple
woman
Would
you
drink
with
a
n-gga,
do
you
smoke
weed
Don't
be
ashamed,
it
aint
no
thing,
I
used
to
blow
trees
Gettin
lifted,
I
quit
but
sh-t,
I
might
get
high
with
you
Its
only
fitting
cause
Im
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
n-ggas
hollerin,
who
was
that
Oh
boy,
she
bad
n-gga,
what
you
bout
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
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'
[Drake]
Uh,
baby
you
winter
time
cold
The
night
is
still
young,
drinking
dinner
wine
slow
I'm
trying
to
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
big
women
cause
my
aunt,
she
rode
equestrian
I
used
to
go
to
the
stables
and
get
those
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
Dont
need
a
towel,
we
could
dry
off
in
the
covers
And
when
you
think
you
like
it,
I
promise
you
gonna
love
it
Yeah,
well
lights
coming
through
the
drapes
and
we
both
yawning
I
roll
over
and
ask
if.
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'
[J.
Cole]
Hey,
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
is
clear
I'm
learning
not
to
judge
a
woman
by
the
shit
that
she
wears
Therefore,
you
shouldnt
judge
a
n-gga
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
headin
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
talking
about,
tomorrow
you'll
be
calling
out
Cause
tonight
we
getting
right
into
the
wee
morn'
Cooking
n-gga
breakfast
after
sex
is
like
a
reward
Then
I
go
my
way
and
you
think
about
me
all
day,
thats
just
a
warning
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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