Sunday Again

Yeah, huh, huh Yeah You been the baddest You been the, you been the baddest for a long time You been the baddest for a long time Huh, yeah, yeah, huh Shawty

Promise I'm gon' do you right Be the one you call middle of the night (night) In and out of sight, but it's alright (alright) Girl, you're the baddest, baddest, baddest, yeah (yeah) You know you good for catchin' me on my weak days Oh, it feels like Sunday again (yeah) Why Sunday?

Huh, I like my breakfast with the bacon, no such thing as overstayin' Baby-makin', no more playin' A lotta textures, are we overlayin'? If we is, I like where I'm at, I'm tryna run back The shit we did was picture-perfect, you know, like Kodak Before this shit get better, it gotta burn I promise the lesson's learned, this time, I'm 'bout to earn it She like, "Why Sunday?"

Promise I'm gon' do you right Be the one you call middle of the night (night) In and out of sight, but it's alright (alright) Girl, you're the baddest, baddest, baddest, yeah (yeah) You know you good for catchin' me on my weak days Oh, it feels like Sunday again (yeah, yeah) Why Sunday? (Tony)

I wanna touch it, really (really), I'm talkin' touchy-feely (feely) I wanna bust up in it (uh), bought her a custom pendant (alright) I mean, unfortunately (yeah) You not accustomed to a boss, so, baby, don't resent me (don't) I got a bold prediction I'm addicted to your vibe, I don't need no prescription (none) You say it's Sunday morning, I say it's Saturday night Because I still ain't sleepin' (still ain't sleepin')

No matter where I go, I take my ego with me (yeah) Soon as I bust it down, I try to reload quickly (hah) Kinda charm to make 'em go from zero to 60 And I'm so tall, I make her get on her tiptoes to kiss me On Sunday, we had shrimp, grits, and biscuits Ay, Mrs. Officer, when you gon' frisk me? (When you gon' frisk me?) If sex is a weapon, they gon' get me (oh, they gon' win) While I was lickin', I was lookin', tunnel vision Soon as I finish, TV off and switch positions

Promise I'm gon' do you right Be the one you call middle of the night In and out of sight, but it's alright Girl, you're the baddest, baddest, baddest, yeah You know you good for catchin' me on my weak days Oh, it feels like Sunday again (yeah) Why Sunday?