Leave This Morning Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

I like that, Saadiq you a fool man 

Come out to the West Coast more often 

Aw it sounds good, ooh 

What was you talkin about 

Yeah 

[Chorus:] 

I got to leave 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 

[Chorus] 

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 

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] 

(Woo) 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 

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, there's hardly enough time for lovin' 

But baby you know the time is comin' (Yeah) 

[Chorus] 

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 

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 x4]