Sunday (feat. Sage English)
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
Love what you got
Love what you not
And you love me
Saying a lot
Damn you sweet
You hit the spot
Cherry on top like
Like a Sundae
Like a Sundae
Type of vibe I relax to
Laid up, snack food
Nothing else to rush back to
You know? That mood
Day move faster than bad news
Damn you badder than fast food
See your face in everything
Everything Around Me like Cash Rules
Couple shots then we get bent
Then the weekend end
But we still love drunk
Cause how the weekend spent
Laying around
Playing around
Smoking a pound
We on a cloud
Dicking you down
Don't make a sound
Can't be too loud
Why?
Cause it's Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
Girl it's Sunday
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
Love what you got
Love what you not
And you love me
Saying a lot
Damn you sweet
You hit the spot
Cherry on top like
Like a Sundae
Like a Sundae
Easy like it's Sunday
Afternoon or after you
Quarterbacking dinner plans
But baby I'm just passing through
Let's make the most here
Let's make a toast
Promise that the only thing I change up
Is my approach
Head on top your shoulders is so good
You must be taking notes
When them butterflies is in your stomach
You know Sage is close
Quiet one inside the room
But somehow I say the most
I ain't mixy as I used to be
I'm busy laying low
You not underappreciated
Look at all the time that we spending under these blankets
We ain't doing shit but it don't feel like time is wasted
Sometimes you gotta slow it down
And take it back to basics
If we being real
Now a days is nothing new
The grass ain't always greener
You should just enjoy the view
If I ain't have my voice as a reason
What would I do?
You my other half
So what that make me without you?
Ooh
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
Love what you got
Love what you not
And you love me
Saying a lot
Damn you sweet
You hit the spot
Cherry on top like
Like a Sundae
Like a Sundae
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
Love what you got
Love what you not
And you love me
Saying a lot
Damn you sweet
You hit the spot
Cherry on top like
Like a Sundae
Like a Sundae
Type of vibe I relax to
Laid up, snack food
Nothing else to rush back to
You know? That mood
Day move faster than bad news
Damn you badder than fast food
See your face in everything
Everything Around Me like Cash Rules
Couple shots then we get bent
Then the weekend end
But we still love drunk
Cause how the weekend spent
Laying around
Playing around
Smoking a pound
We on a cloud
Dicking you down
Don't make a sound
Can't be too loud
Why?
Cause it's Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
Girl it's Sunday
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
Love what you got
Love what you not
And you love me
Saying a lot
Damn you sweet
You hit the spot
Cherry on top like
Like a Sundae
Like a Sundae
Easy like it's Sunday
Afternoon or after you
Quarterbacking dinner plans
But baby I'm just passing through
Let's make the most here
Let's make a toast
Promise that the only thing I change up
Is my approach
Head on top your shoulders is so good
You must be taking notes
When them butterflies is in your stomach
You know Sage is close
Quiet one inside the room
But somehow I say the most
I ain't mixy as I used to be
I'm busy laying low
You not underappreciated
Look at all the time that we spending under these blankets
We ain't doing shit but it don't feel like time is wasted
Sometimes you gotta slow it down
And take it back to basics
If we being real
Now a days is nothing new
The grass ain't always greener
You should just enjoy the view
If I ain't have my voice as a reason
What would I do?
You my other half
So what that make me without you?
Ooh
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
You're my Sunday
Okay it's Thursday then Friday then Saturday then
You're my Sunday
Love what you got
Love what you not
And you love me
Saying a lot
Damn you sweet
You hit the spot
Cherry on top like
Like a Sundae
Like a Sundae
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Jackson
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