Sundays (Explicit) - Berhana

Lyrics by：Baird/Goldwash/Berhana/Danny McKinnon

Composed by：Baird/Goldwash/Berhana

Been drinking too much but it's groovy

I'm John Belushi this **** 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 ohh

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 ***** 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 **** but I back it up

They 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