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