I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

Whoa, well I never meant to brag I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth

Where the angels wait to join us In God's praise forevermore Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us Till we reach that blissful shore Life is like a mountain railway With an engineer that's brave We must make the run successful From the cradle to the grave

Bucket list, drop top 'Rari, scratch that off my bucket list Bucket list, make a match and scratch that off my bucket list Bucket list, super bad bitch and she rich like Gucci rich Bucket list, no more sellin' bricks, that's off my bucket list Bucket

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

I'm holding on to a life, I'll never get back It's too hard to let go I'm on the right train but the wrong tracks Trying not to derail Nothing is like it was before I know not who I am anymore Chasing something that's behind me When will I be set free?

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

Feel like, aw shit, throw some bacon on it The one thing I love more than being with you And that's late nights, doing what I wanna do I got sleep eyes, I woke up like this One thing I love more than being with you And that's no ties, no drama in my life

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I roll up behind it, I wanna try it Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' Haven't been around this year I like to see you change your gears To a motion that's more faster, babe I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch