🎵 Coffee (Fucking) // by Miguel

11 ContributorsCoffee (Fucking) Lyrics [Miguel] I wish I could paint our love These moments in vibrant hues Wordplay, turns into 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 into 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 don't 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 [Wale] Ay we back though The sun's still there, look Good morning baby, didn't mean to wake you But the buy-in 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 give her goosebumps, well that's cool I used to tutor braille '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 [Miguel] Fucking in the morning I don't 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 don't 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 Fucking in the morning Fucking in the morning I don't 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 (Fucking in the morning) Pick a star in the sky We could both say goodbye