The Morning After Songtext

von Emanny

Play that on the beat
Her name appears in my call log often
Shouldnt even be fuckin this girl that im lost in, lustin
Had a problem trustin til i touched it
But now shes dusted in gold
As the sun comes up and these curtains unfold
And im all fucked up cuz this gold wrapper aint left my pocket
Tickled at first exspecting you to say stop it
But you didnt so im with it
An we did it
And now im wakin up wishin i aint pull out
The mornin after
Aint to much for me to say so i turn away
Its the mornin after
Lookin over at your face
Girl i cant believe its the mornin after
Her, affects of me the death of me
Defining every moment would be simple but, im restricted
Im conflicted, i dismiss it, then im right back in it again
Man this girls a sin and a blessin
Last night i learned a lesson
And its more that im being tested on it
She young and ready, and fuckin her proffesor homie
But i can want her no lesser
First came the bottle service
Then came us
See even though i tore that down before the sun came up
And in her mind she probably thinkin she came up
When an R&B nigga like i
Like i aint seen shit before
I know i messed up
But i want more
Wake up
Its the mornin after
Aint to much for me to say so i turn away
Its the mornin after
Lookin over at your face
Girl i cant believe it the mornin after