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In the Morning

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  • 作曲 : J. Cole
    [Verse 1: J. Cole]
    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

    [Chorus: J. Cole]
    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'

    [Verse 2: Drake]
    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'

    [Chorus: Drake]
    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'

    [Verse 3: J. Cole]
    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'

    [Chorus: J. Cole]
    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
  • 作曲 : J. Cole
    [Verse 1: J. Cole]
    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

    [Chorus: J. Cole]
    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'

    [Verse 2: Drake]
    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'

    [Chorus: Drake]
    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'

    [Verse 3: J. Cole]
    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'

    [Chorus: J. Cole]
    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