Coffee (F***ing) (ft. Wale)

I wish I could paint our love

These moments and vibrant hues

Wordplay, turns in to gun play

And gun play turns into pillow talk

And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams

Sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning

We talk street art and sarcasm

Crass humor and high fashion

Peach color, moon glistens, the plot thickens

As we laugh over shot guns and tongue kisses

Bubble bath, truth or dare, and would you rather

A cold flame, the thrill of no shame

Drugs, sex, and polaroids

Pick a star in the sky

We could both say goodbye all night

I wish I could paint our love

These moments and vibrant hues

Wordplay, turns in to gun play

And gun play turns into pillow talk

And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams

Sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning

Fucking in the morning

I dont wanna wake you

I just wanna watch you sleep

It's the smell of your hair

And it's the way that we feel

I've never felt comfortable like this

Ay we back though

The sun's still there, look

Good morning baby, didn't mean to wake you

But [?] is your precious time and my temptation

Never mind that, I guess I'll climb the ladder later

'Less you try and put your back on me then I'ma take it

What is this, macchiato you tasting?

Caffeinated your body, I swear that y'all only stay up

Grab a towel, she need it, now she open again

She say my stroke is a scone, I let that soak in her bean

Wassup with it, ok what's really good (more)

I never know your bad side until you show your good

Ok what's up with it? Just let me set the mood

She said she don't on the first night, the morning wood

We talk recent movies and old tunes

Emulate 50 shades over jodeci grooves

But I'm joking, I'm tryna sing your body that notion

If nobody throw me a float, then I'ma drown in the ocean

Come and take this work

Fuck around and be late to work

As the conversation fades let's play "you hang up first"

With your silly self, pictures in my celly, well

Kisses giver her goosebumps, well that's cool I used to [?]

'Sup baby, ain't mean to wake you

I can put you back to sleep if that's a consolation

And I'm tired of waiting, so no more disappointment

I'm not your regular joe, I'll be your coffee in the morning

Fucking in the morning

I dont wanna wake you

I just wanna watch you sleep

It's the smell of your hair

And it's the way that we feel

I've never felt comfortable like this

Wordplay, turns in to gun play

And gun play turns into pillow talk

Pillow talk turns into sweet dreams

Sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning

Fucking in the morning

I dont wanna wake you

I just wanna watch you sleep

It's the smell of your hair

And it's the way that we feel

I've never felt comfortable like this

Old souls we found a new religion

Now I'm swimming in that sin, that's baptism

Pick a star in the sky

We could both say goodbye

Old souls we found a new religion

Now I'm swimming in that sin, that's baptism

Two lost angels discover salvation

Under bright peach skies watching the sunrise

(Fucking in the morning)

Pick a star in the sky

We could both say goodbye

(Fucking in the morning)

Pick a star in the sky

We could both say goodbye all night

Old souls we found a new religion

Now I'm swimming in that sin, that's baptism

And two lost angels discover salvation

(Fucking in the morning)

Pick a star in the sky

We could both say goodbye