It's a sloth-creamy piano jam about how rolling over can be the purest love-act. J. Cole and Drake are together in Paris to perform, it's hard to say how the possibly French beauty who stars in this video has come to know them. We glimpse her morning in split screen and like all summertime fine girls she keeps a lot of clothes on her bed, likes texting. She leaves in a leather jacket and watches sound check alone until the audience fills out. Drake performs in sweatpants, asking women to remember to drink that dinner wine slow since he's trying to make the goosebumps on your inner thighs show. The heroine breezes past security onto the couch, walks with J. Cole onto the tour bus. That's no place to spend a morning— she wakes up with her make up perfect and earrings still on, plushed in plump linens next to a sun-facing window. Dude is gone, that's the trouble of being J. Cole, but he left her a DreamVille shirt. Hope y'all are post-Valentines napping with your people right now, thinking about breakfast to this.
