The Morning After - Emanny

Her name appears in my call log often

Shouldn’t even be fuckin' this girl but I lost it

Had a problem trustin' 'til I touched it

Now she dust it and go

As the sun comes up and these curtains unfold

And I’m all fucked up cause this gold wrapper ain’t left my pocket

Tickled at first, expecting you to say stop it

But you didn’t, so I’m with it

And we did it, and now I’m wakin' up wishin' I didn’t pull out, wow

It’s the morning after

Ain’t too much for me to say so I turn away

It’s the morning after

Looking over at your face

Girl I can’t believe it’s the morning after

Her effects in me are depthening

Defining every moment would be simple but

I’m restricted, I’m conflicted

I dismiss it, then I’m right back into the game

Man, this girl’s a saint and a vixen

Last night I learned a lesson and this morning I’m being tested on it

She young and ready and fucking her professor, homie

But I don’t wanna know lesser

First came about the service and then came us

So you know I tear that down before the sun came up

And in her mind she probly thinkin' she came up

When a R&B nigga like I, like I ain’t seen shit before

I know I messed but I want more, wake up

It’s the morning after

Ain’t too much for me to say so I turn away

It’s the morning after

Looking over at your face

Girl I can’t believe it’s the morning after

It’s the morning after

It’s the morning after

It’s the morning after