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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrace Martin
Keyboards
Kenneth Crouch
Rhodes Piano
Arin Ray
Vocals
Kiefer Shackelford
Keyboards
Salaam Remi
Beatbox
Marlon M. Williams
Guitar
Rose Gold
Background Vocals
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrace Martin
Composer
Kenneth Crouch
Composer
Arin Ray
Composer
Kiefer Shackelford
Composer
Marlon M. Williams
Composer
Christopher Smith Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrace Martin
Producer
Kenneth Crouch
Producer
Bryan Dimaio
Recording Engineer
Rick Carson
Recording Engineer
Arin Ray
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Woke up this morning
Found my peace of mind
Finally, I can say to you
That I, feel good this morning
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
Ride for two
Don't you know, oh
So we (so we) can roll how we want to, yeah
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin', ay
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
Ooh
Da, da, da, da
Ah, oh, ooh
Da, da-da, da
Why you never ready
When I called you, told you I'd be on my way
Two hours, you still dancing
In the mirror, come outside
I got a minimalist shawty
She don't want me smoking my grabba leaf
But her banana leaf's sorry
I was rollin' up on her vanity
She got to telling these stories
How she finally found some sanity
And these hatin' hoes must be off that good cane, that danity
And it donned on me
Like 6:00 a.m. over dewy grass and my doobie rolled
That (she might be) addicted to the lights (she might be)
A victim of the likes (she might be)
A rid of my vibe
But she colder than shoulders of gold digging hoes
When a broke nigga approaching, but she cold
She colder when nigga like me ain't around to come light up, and
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin'
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
(Ooh) set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin'
Ain't need no problems from her man
I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)
(Ooh) mornin'
Writer(s): Terrace Martin, Arin Ray, Kiefer Shackelford, Marlon Williams, Christopher Smith, Kenneth Crouch
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