Sweet Morning
Verse (KaBoo)
The sun ain't up, but even so it's morning
Empty bottles on the floor, how much Bacardi was we pouring?
My hand be steady when my finger's on the trigger
Shots on shots on shots on shots, decisions fuckin up my liver, woh
4 am, the blinds is closed, she fronting like she gotta go
Her body frame was picture perfect, sent them to my camera phone
But that was long ago, bodies in my camera roll
Voices on opposite spectrum, treble high, my bass be low
Tell me bout your feeling now....
I mean your visceral, don't tell me bout your feelings now
Just slide out of your evening gown
And move your body round and round
Like a ferris wheel and park your behind in my bed for my amusement so I know it's real
Vibration up yo spine, teeth is gritted like it's breakfast time
And now I know you mine but this is all before I go inside
Your Secrets on the floor, but they started in the closet
Now I know so much about you, I ain't even have to posit shit
You not Under no Pressure, you don't need to be on Logic shit
Everything's no biggie on some gone Christopher Wallace shit
I know that you can tell that I'm experienced, no novice shit
Neighbors hearing moaning but it's 6 up in the morning
Hook
Drinking all yo pains away, way (drinking all yo pains away)
Swallowing yo day away (swallowing yo day)
Tired of living day to day (tired of living day)
Slide into this trance baby you just let your body sway
I'm gon give you life today, I'm gon fix you right today

Verse (J.O.)
Smooth operator, dialing the operator
Dial tones, she disconnected