Berhana - Sundays Lyrics

Been drinking too much but it's groovyI'm John Belushi, this shit is collegeBeen racing weeks on this trackWith my team on my backBouta make sure I max out my mileageShe got me gone, just like the snowBlackin' out when she back it upTake the bump like a pick up truck I'm tryna pick you upGot a place that your guy won't goHotel out in IdahoPut it all on a visa fly through Ibiza just for the dayHey girl I need you just for the daySunday morn pull up on you babe, pull up on youBasically it was me when I made thisHell and back with my bitch now we doneSwear to god even god couldn't save usBack and forth constantlyFinally I found someone that make me feel anxiousPrayed to God and He swears you the onеMama said nothin good comes from waitingSunday morn pull up on you babeBaby sweet like cinnamonTеll me what's the minimumPromise to give you all thatAnd then someTaking so much I forgot to mentionLately baby, I been outsidePicking out daisies, I been outsideTryna finesse the situationGotta respect this dedicationPull up on you babeTalking my shit but I back it upThey think I'm the man in this townSunny sunday in her sundressTaste like cinn-minna-mon, yesCan tell by the way that she back it upShe know I'm the man in this townSunny sunday in her sundress