Sunday

Sunday Verse 1 it's another sunday i let the month waste I let the music play on shuffle… and i took a break it feel like a monday cause every day is a workday someday this will not upset me gave my heart and you tried to test me been around more Gs than Becky i want more than love can get me (Yeah) I want more Been in pain, baby I’m so sore Got my heart singing this word for word Don’t let this turn into some love galore Pre hook oh look at what you do go slow, but I’m going home soon i'm going home soon Hook look at what you do x3 go slow, but i'm going home soon Verse 2 (Dare Omisore) First time I heard you was a Sunday I think you had big braids in Pure truth up in the booth Half woman , half more amazing. So Lost in your eyes As you ‘Vided the vibe Really No need to lie Wanna be Stuck in your thighs doing time It’s a funny feeling You say you hate it and you jaded That’s the hurt speaking You kinda cute when you angry That’s the herb speaking Asked for your number , maybe later we can hang this weekend Your phone rings you pick up And it’s your man beeping