Sunday Morning (feat. Whitney)

Mmm

You make the breakfast

I cook the dinner

We missed the service

Does that make us sinners?

But I feel blessed when I'm

With you on Sunday morning

We wake up together

We make love together

Feels like something special

We can't stay forever

And we both know why

Tomorrow's Monday morning

Lazy Sunday morning, dreaming 'bout ya

Thinkin 'bout the way you used to blow smoke out the window

After sexing

We reflect on how we met your first day on the job

You was there workin' hard behind the bar

I would worship the ground you walked on

We would talk on indie movies

MF Doomie, split them shroomies

We move quickly, friends turned roomies

Empty fridges to four course dishes

Matching visions, so ambitious ahh

Where you learn to talk like that?

With a tongue so sharp I get off to that

Where you learn to walk like that?

With a trunk so full you could hurt your back

Mmm

You make the breakfast

I cook the dinner

We missed the service

Does that make us sinners?

But I feel blessed when I'm

With you on Sunday morning

We wake up together

We make love together

Feels like something special

We can't stay forever

And we both know why

Tomorrow's Monday morning

A momentary sadness

Changes into bliss

I laugh when I awaken by myself

An ocean lies between us

I'm hoping there's a chance

I want to hold you in my arms again

I know your love is waiting

On the other side

For now, it's Sunday morning on my mind