(Forgive me) I'm too sexy in the morning time Talking 'bout he gotta go But he wanna stay and grind (Forgive me) I'm too sexy in the morning time Knowing that he gotta go But he wanna stay and grind. Yo, yo I'm sorry, for being so fly I didn't mean to roll by And catch the eye of your guy You know I Keep em rock like coke and baking soda That's why I'm taking over He's mine but you can't get him off the sofa Ha, plus I'm the closest thing to Oprah Billionaire chick plus I got that fire chocha That's no lie I, put my number in his Motorola Insisting it's been over So apologies in order I'm just hoping you Yo, I'm wondering if I should tell him yes I know his girl hating on me But she better rest I know she wishing that I'd chill Ima let her sweat Cause now she study in my office like Belichick I'm a victim of high life Somebody call the feds It cost a lot of bread Just to get me out of bed And I know that he be tryin' But he can't get me out his head Killin' em is a crime but remember when I said to You know you sexy in the morning You know it's right Feels nice when it's dawn and He never leave 'cause your body keep calling Pick up his keys But he can't stop stalling Again