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 ain't your baby no more And we both hope there's something But we bo-both keep fronting And it's a closed discussion And I'm thinking "Damn, if these walls could talk" Well, they'd be like "Shit is crazy right?" Been about three days and I'm comin' back

My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye No it's not up for debate Like a dinner a lot on my plate I'm trapped in my mind on a date Can you feel it, aye? I been lost for days, stuck in my brain Like reptilian, cold heart that I'm carrying Fell off with every man, tryna

Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor Pull up, nigga creeping Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch) Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you With these lights off,

She said, "Daddy, can you show me how to ball?" Hunnid bags when I'm walkin' out the mall She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flipflops Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch Four Seasons, one pitstop Throat leakin' on drip drop Tell your nig', say

It's just another day in Heaven South And it's just another day in Heaven South Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33 Old Glory waving at you As you're driving by the

Do your dance it's your birthday Move that ass it's your birthday Spend this cash for your birthday Blow that bag for your birthday Spend a band if you worth it You know I like it when you work it Hit your dance on your birthday It's what you want for

Up all night long And there's something very wrong And I know it must be late Been gone since yesterday I'm not like you guys I'm not like you Hey mom, there's something in the backroom Hope it's not the creatures from above You used to read me stories

And we're not blind We are listening This is your life, this is your time Show me now Show me the arms aloft This my chick This is your time It's like we just can't help ourselves Cause we don't know how to back down