Intro e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| B|4---4---4---4---|3---3---3---3---|4---4---4---4---|3---3---3---3---| G|--3---3---3---3-|--3---3---3---3-|--3---3---3---3-|--3---3---3---3-| D|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| X3 A|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| I need some water, somethin' came over me Way too high to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort as blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racin' like a junkie's, I just need you to want me Am I askin' too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that. Girl, I respect the cat I promise just a touch. Let me put the head in "It's okay," she said, "It's okay." Interlude Yeah, I need everybody's motherfuckin' hands up right now I need everybody's motherfuckin'— (Door and his Nike Air Rattles. Rush the fire exit, no time for battles. Well I, I never expected...) This that new shit. This that new, new shit verse 1 Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, don't go to work today, cop you a fit Or maybe some kicks and make you— (Door in his Nike Air Rattles. Rush the fire exit, no time for battles. Well I, I never expected...) Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy— hol' up! Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, don't go to work today Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today Hang with the homies, stunt on your baby mama Sip some lean, go get a pistol, shoot out the window Bet your favorite team, play you some Madden Go to the club or your mama house Whatever you doin', just make it count (I need some water) Wake up in the mornin' Thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Hop in the shower, put on your makeup, lace your weave up Touch on yourself, call up your nigga, tell him he ain't shit Credit card scam, get you a Visa, make him pay your rent Hop on the 'Gram, flex on the bitches that be hatin' on you Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have 'em waitin' on you Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce It's whatever, just make it count I need some water, somethin' came over me Way too high to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort as blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racin' like a junkie's, I just need you to want me Am I askin' too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that. Girl, I respect the cat I promise just a touch. Let me put the head in "It's okay," she said, "It's okay." verse 2 I wake in the mornin', my head spinnin' from the last night Both in the trance, feelings I did—what a fast life! Manager called, the lobby called, it's 11:30 Did this before, promised myself I'd be a hour early Room full of clothes, bag full of money: call it loose change Fumbled my jewelry, 100k, I lost a new chain Hop on the bird, hit the next city for another M N.C. Take me a nap and do it again We all woke up, tryna tune to the daily news Lookin' for confirmation, hopin' election wasn't true All of us worried, all of us buried, and our feeling's deep None of us married to his proposal, make us feel cheap Still and sad, distraught and mad, tell the neighbor 'bout it Bet they agree, parade the streets with your voice proudly Time passin', things change Revertin' back to our daily programs, stuck in our ways; drone I need some water, somethin' came over me Way too high to simmer down, might as well overheat Too close to comfort as blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racin' like a junkie's, I just need you to want me Am I askin' too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that. Girl, I respect the cat I promise just a touch. Let me put the head in "It's okay," she said, "It's okay."

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