Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave This Morning, artist - Nappy Roots. Date of issue: 25.08.2003
Song language: English
Leave This Morning |
| I like that, Saadiq you a fool man |
| Come out to the West Coast more often |
| Aww it sounds good, ooooh |
| What was you talkin about? |
| Yeah |
| I got to leeeave here this mornin, ah |
| I got to go to work, I got to go to work |
| Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do |
| I’m up early in the mornin 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin |
| Last night The House of Blues was jumpin, Nappy Roots was on it |
| Good God almighty, drank too much, I’m bout to throw up |
| Grandma got me hollerin damn (?) |
| It’s 6:30 live and callin, tellin Prophet roll up |
| It’s a trip to Sunset Strip and not we off to Oakland |
| Cal-i-forn-i-a got me caught up in the moment |
| I be back in like a couple of days is what I told my woman |
| Yo aight |
| Take me a second to breathe and let stress go |
| Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do' |
| Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass |
| Say me a prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back |
| It’s easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack |
| Monday I’m back on the road and I respect that |
| Gotta go break a little bread for some improvements |
| Gotta go share with the world this new movement |
| I’m gone |
| (Whoooo!) That’s what it felt like |
| Gut tight, last night, barely slept right |
| Just couldn’t wait to get up this mornin |
| Hugged the kids, kissed my woman |
| I love performin, shit, hate the tourin |
| But daddy gotta go make that money, baby |
| Pray for me while I’m away and when I get paid |
| We can get carried away, is that ok? |
| Baby |
| I told you how I made a dollar, out a dime and a nickel |
| Blue collar, gotta grind on instrumentals |
| See my, pencil and pad has me punchin the clock |
| I put in, time and a half, skip lunch, I can’t stop |
| I gotta start somethin |
| Started with nothin but hard at some hustlin |
| Girl, I’m gettin sick and tired of fussin |
| I’m sorry, it’s hardly enough time for lovin |
| But baby you know the time is comin (yeah) |
| One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo' |
| She was lookin at me, dancin soul G, names no need |
| Felt the way that I was feelin |
| Waffle house immediately, now we at the house chillin |
| Back rub, I was tense, y’all know where it went |
| Patio in the rain, car hood, the kitchen sink |
| Layin in the bed now, pillow talk all night |
| Gotta hit the studio, I’ll be back tomorrow night |
| How many ladies in the mornin wake up lonely? |
| Love rough sex, baby screamin, «Put it on me» |
| But when your man ain’t around you call his homie |
| How many times I gotta be him nigga? |
| Owe me |
| I follow my lines and take your panties off slowly |
| Makin it hot like Cash Money flashin Roleys |
| You tell me to stop but I’m rockin, steady growin |
| If your man knock I’m on the job and not goin |