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terrace martin - this morning lyrics

[verse 1: arin ray, terrace martin & arin ray]
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

[chorus: arin ray]
set fire to the f+ckin’ 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 f+ckin’ wisdom
i’m tellin’ y’all she ain’t f+ckin’ playin’, ayy
and ain’t n0body find her a man
no, no, she ain’t worried (she ain’t worried)

[break: arin ray]
ooh
da, da, da, da, da
ah, ooh, ooh
da, da+da, da+da

[verse 2: smino]
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 n+gga ‘proachin’
but she cold, she cold to a n+gga like me
ain’t around to come light up my
[chorus: arin ray]
set fire to the f+ckin’ 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 f+ckin’ wisdom
i’m tellin’ y’all she ain’t f+ckin’ playin’, ayy
and ain’t n0body find her a man
no, no, she ain’t worried (she ain’t worried)

[outro: arin ray]
ooh
set fire to the f+ckin’ 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 f+ckin’ wisdom (ah, ooh)
i’m tellin’ y’all she ain’t f+ckin’ playin’, ayy
and ain’t n0body find her a man
no, no, she ain’t worried (she ain’t worried)
da, ooh, ooh, ooh, no, no
da, da, da, da

- terrace martin lyrics

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