Artist: J. Cole f/ Drake Album: Cole World: The Sideline Story Song: In the Morning Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com, PDog1217@aol.com [J. Cole] Baby you summertime fine I'll let you get on top, I'll be the underline I'm tryin to get beside ya like the number 9, 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 thang, I used to blow trees gettin lifted, I quit but shit I might get high wit'chu It's only fittin cause I'm lookin superfly wit'chu 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 niggaz hollerin "Who was that? Oh boy she bad, nigga what you 'bout to do with that?" I'm finna take you home and sip a lil' Patrón Now we zonin; baby you're so fine And can I hit it in the mornin? Uh, can I hit it in the mornin? And can I hit it in the mornin? The sun risin while you're 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're moanin [Drake] Uhh, baby you wintertime cold The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow I'm tryin to 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 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 can do with lotion Don't need a towel, we can dry off in the covers And when you think you like it I promise you gon' love it Yeah, when light's comin through the drapes and we're both yawnin I'll 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're 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're moanin [J. Cole] Hey, God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the woman that can hold Patrón God bless her homegirl that drove us home No strings attached like a cordless phone You see my, intentions wit'chu is 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 yo' bed, so where we headed from here? Just say you're scared if you're scared but if you're through frontin we can do somethin And you know just what I'm talkin 'bout; tomorrow you'll be callin out Cause tonight we gettin right until the wee morn' Cook a nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward Then I go my own way, you'll think about me all day That just a warnin But 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're 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're moanin Yeah