Sunday Flavor
We talked
We matched
We laughed and felt
That something beautiful was about to happen
And something else was going on
And maybe, just maybe she would be the one
I even forgot to sing
Let's go again
And 1, 2, 3, go
We talked
We matched
We laughed and felt
That something beautiful was about to happen
And something else was going on
And maybe, just maybe she would be the one
But you stood me up on our Sunday date
Do you remember your Sunday date?
But I gotta tell didn't waste my Montblanc
Last thing is I order a table for one
There's Emma, Mia, Ava, Sofia, Bella, Olivia, Hazel,
Mila. Clean the table. Ella got turned on
I even buffed my GT
You'd miss me whispering in your ear
I'm everything you need
And now you wanna hear something real?
Guess who could take you from BAQ to BIQ
My neck shines as much as my wheels and
My wrists glow greater than your eyes ever will
And still
You stood me up on our Sunday date
Do you remember your Sunday date?
And you won't taste
You won't feel my Sunday flavor
And you won't taste
You won't feel my Sunday flavor
So thank you very much
I won't be in touch
Have a great motherfucking day
I am looking forward to talking to you soon
Just like on our Sunday date
Pacifier
We matched
We laughed and felt
That something beautiful was about to happen
And something else was going on
And maybe, just maybe she would be the one
I even forgot to sing
Let's go again
And 1, 2, 3, go
We talked
We matched
We laughed and felt
That something beautiful was about to happen
And something else was going on
And maybe, just maybe she would be the one
But you stood me up on our Sunday date
Do you remember your Sunday date?
But I gotta tell didn't waste my Montblanc
Last thing is I order a table for one
There's Emma, Mia, Ava, Sofia, Bella, Olivia, Hazel,
Mila. Clean the table. Ella got turned on
I even buffed my GT
You'd miss me whispering in your ear
I'm everything you need
And now you wanna hear something real?
Guess who could take you from BAQ to BIQ
My neck shines as much as my wheels and
My wrists glow greater than your eyes ever will
And still
You stood me up on our Sunday date
Do you remember your Sunday date?
And you won't taste
You won't feel my Sunday flavor
And you won't taste
You won't feel my Sunday flavor
So thank you very much
I won't be in touch
Have a great motherfucking day
I am looking forward to talking to you soon
Just like on our Sunday date
Pacifier
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Writer(s): Maurício Costa
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