This Morning - Terrace Martin, Arin Ray, Smino

Woke up this mornin', found my peace of mind

And finally I can say to you that I feel good this mornin'

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

Right for two, don’t you know, so we can roam all we want to, yeah

Set fire to the fuckin' pavement

They boutta drown so the game we play (Ayy)

Just do what I say, do what I say (Say)

No, my baby got her own fuckin' wisdom

I’m tellin' y’all she ain’t fuckin' playin', ayy

And ain’t nobody find her a man

No, no, she ain’t worried (She ain’t worried)

Ooh

Da, da, da, da, da

Ah, ooh, ooh

Da, da-da, da-da

Why you never ready when I called you, told you I’d be on my way

Two hours, you still dancin' in the mirror, come outside

I got a minimalist shawty

She don’t want me smokin' my grabba leaf

But her banana leaf sorry

I was rollin' up on her vanity

She got to tellin' these stories

And she finally sound some sanity

And these hatin' hoes must be off that good 'caine

It and it dawned on me like 6 AM

Over dewey grass and my doobie rolled

(She might be) Addicted to the likes of the likes

(She might be) A victim of the likes

(She might be) A rhythm, a vibe

But she colder than shoulders

Gold diggin' hoes with a broke nigga 'proachin'

But she cold, she cold to a nigga like me

Ain’t around to come light up my

Set fire to the fuckin' pavement

They boutta drown so the game we play

Just do what I say, do what I say (Say)

No, my baby got her own fuckin' wisdom

I’m tellin' y’all she ain’t fuckin' playin', ayy

And ain’t nobody find her a man

No, no, she ain’t worried (She ain’t worried)

Ooh

Set fire to the fuckin' pavement

They boutta drown so the game we play (Ayy)

Just do what I say, do what I say (Say)

No, my baby got her own fuckin' wisdom (Ah, ooh)

I’m tellin' y’all she ain’t fuckin' playin', ayy

And ain’t nobody find her a man

No, no, she ain’t worried (She ain’t worried)

Da, ooh, ooh, ooh, no, no

Da, da, da, da