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Leave This Morning

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(feat. Raphael Saadiq)

[Intro - Big V]
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

[Chorus 2x - Raphael Saadiq]
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

[Skinny Deville]
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

[Scales]
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

[Chorus]

[B. Stille]
(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, she 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

[Ron Clutch]
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, theres hardly enough time for lovin
But baby you know the time is comin (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Big V]
One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo`
She was lookin at me, dancin so 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

[R. Prophet]
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

[Chorus 4x]

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