Sundays

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