Testo Sundays - Berhana
Testo della canzone Sundays (Berhana), tratta dall'album Weep, No More - Single
Been drinking too much but it's groovy
I'm John Belushi, this shit is college
Been racing weeks on this track
With my team on my back
Bouta make sure I max out my mileage
She got me gone, just like the snow
Blackin' out when she back it up
Take the bump like a pick up truck i'm tryna pick you up
Got a place that your guy won't go
Hotel out in idaho
Put it all on a visa fly through Ibiza just for the day
Hey girl I need you just for the day
Sunday morn pull up on you babe, pull up on you
Basically it was me when I made this
Hell and back with my bitch now we done
Swear to god even god couldn't save us
Back and forth constantly
Finally i found someone that make me feel anxious
Prayed to God and He swears you the one
Mama said nothin good comes from waiting
Sunday morn pull up on you babe
Baby sweet like cinnamon
Tell me what's the minimum
Promise to give you all that
And then some
Taking so much i forgot to mention
Lately baby, I been outside
Picking out daisies, I been outside
Tryna finesse the situation
Gotta respect this dedication
Pull up on you babe
Talking my shit but I back it up
They think i'm the man in this town
Sunny sunday in her sundress
Taste like cinn-minna-mon, yes
Can tell by the way that she back it up
She know I'm the man in this town
Sunny sunday in her sundress
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Writer(s): Jasmine Baird
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