InTheMorning

In The Morning - J. Cole/Drake

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole/Aubrey Graham

Composed by：Jermaine Cole/Aubrey Graham

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 s**t you wantin'

Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman

Would you drink with a n***a

Do you smoke w**d

Don't be ashamed it ain't no thing I used to blow trees

Gettin' lifted I quit but s**t 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 n***as hollerin' "Who was that"

"Oh boy she bad n***a 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'

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'

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'

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