Lyrics
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Monday morning, you look amazing
help you to wake up
And start your day off
Call me Folgers
Don't have to stress, girl, about that mess in your affairs
'Cause I know that Joan at work been urkin' you
She mad she ain't get that promotion too
She mad she don't look as good as you
Or got a man as good as you do, do, do, do
Baby, I got
Baby, I got you, you, you, you
And I'll make it easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning
And I'll make it ea-
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning, hey
'Cause that's what your man is for
Holding your door, grabbin' them bags out the car
Getting some shit out the cab and then sending good morning texts when you mad at me
I'll make it easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning, baby
It's Monday morning, you look amazing
I just wanna keep you beside me
Can you call out, please?
I'll make it worth it
I'll make it perfect, don't you get dressed, you know what's next
I promise I'ma take you places you never been
Right now, lay there, I'ma stare at you
'Cause I ain't never seen something so beautiful
And I wanna take real good care of you
(Do, do, do, do)
Baby, I got
Baby, I got you, you, you, you
And I'll make it easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning
And I'll make it ea-
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning, hey
'Cause that's what your man is for
Holding your door, grabbin' them bags out the car
Getting some shit out the cab and then sending good morning texts when you mad at me
I'll make it easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning, baby
So what you need from me?
'Cause baby, I can be
Everything you could ever imagine so easily
You make me wanna put my phone down
Give all my attention up to you now
Whatever you need me to do
I could take all of the stress off of you
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning
And I'll make it ea-
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning, hey
'Cause that's what your man is for
Holding your door, grabbin' them bags out the car
Getting some shit out the cab and then sending good morning texts when you mad at me
I'll make it easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Even on Monday morning, baby
Written by: Dilemma, Stephanie Chambers
