| In the morning, in the morning, girl
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| In the evening, in the evening, too
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| The break of dawn
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| Oooh, girl you give me that feeling
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| Your body my temple
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| So, girl, I’ll be gentle
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| Kissing them dimples low on your back
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| While I play with that cat in the back of this window
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| I got to impress you
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| Hoping I get to undress you
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| Now all your clothes on my dresser
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| Shady it was
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| But I did that because you was tellin your friends
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| That I never could get you
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| Unless I was leasing a BM3
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| Said you don’t want a scrub like TLC
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| Referring to the song «no scrubs» by TLC
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| 'til I had you in the bed getting TOC
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| Fell in love with me knowing I was in them streets
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| But you was down for it
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| She coming
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| Though I could have sticked around for it
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| Had to
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| But I pull up on the town for it
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| Girl, I pull up on the town
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| For your backseat love with that drophead porsche
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| Remember when I used to holler at you on the porsche
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| Couldn’t get a whip now I drive all source
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| But if you don’t ride with I’m on a crash course
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| Cause these broads all frauds |
| And I need something real
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| So I’m going hard on the lean and them pills
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| But you left a void that the drugs can’t fill
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| It’s been a few years but I want you still, yea
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| In the morning, in the morning girl
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| In the evening, in the evening, too
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| The break of dawn
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| Oooh girl you give me that feeling You know that I’m nasty
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| So don’t put none past me
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| I lick all them places that get you aroused
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| And you ain’t got to ask me
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| Girl, it’s my pleasure to pleasure you
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| Taking my time so each time’s unforgettable
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| Bitches they say I put you on the pedestal
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| Knowing they wish it was them on that pedestal
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| Girl, they won’t be in your place
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| But I tell them hoes to their face
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| That they ain’t got shit on my baby Damisha
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| Shouts to my exes both Remy and Keisha
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| Shouts to that Rémy and blunts of that keisha
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| Get you in the mood and I find it ironic
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| while you looked at me clueless
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| Told you it’s nothing and that was dishonest
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| But it was gon' fuck up the vibe
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| If I ain’t look right in your eyes
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| And tell you that lie
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| Caressing your thigh |
| As you hit play
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| I’m just fine by Mary J. Blige
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| Slid them chanels to the side
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| And now she can feel me inside
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| And can’t help to scream
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| That’s when I woke up from the dream
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| With no Miss Damisha
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| Just me and codeine… damn
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| In the morning, in the morning girl
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| In the evening, in the evening, too
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| The break of dawn
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| Oooh girl you give me that feeling |