Sunday
Lyrics
Oh, oh
Pulled up on Sunday
You told me something but it felt funny
You're not the type
To look away when you say you love me
Things ain't been the best, I know, yeah
Trust me, you're not on your own, girl
I feel the same way (ah)
I feel the exact same thing
I gotta keep it real (yeah, yeah)
Love for you is something I don't feel (say, yeah, yeah)
Gotta let you know I feel identical
Just like your clone, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Started vibin' on Monday (Monday)
Then you started trippin' on Tuesday (Tuesday)
And now we makin' love by Wednesday
And even Thursday and Friday and Saturday
You tell me that we breakin' up on Sunday
How you was off me, you was just on me? (Woah, woah)
You know you want these hands all on your body
Why you be fronting like I don't keep it saucy? (Dripping with the sauce)
You don't even answer when I'm calling
How you was off me, you was just on me? (Oh, on me)
You know you want these hands all on your body (body)
Why you be fronting like I don't keep it saucy? (Dripping with the sauce)
Why you gotta lie and tell your friends that we done for?
Just the other night you was laid up in my condo
If I call your line, I bet you're pulling up pronto
Said I'd never hit again, but then I hit it once more
Ended the day
With you by the end of the night (yeah)
So many ways (sheesh), baby, tryna pick a fight (skrrt, skrrt)
Is you fucking with it? Gotta let me know, shorty
First you on my head and then you won't be
I gotta keep it real (real, real, real)
Love for you is something I don't feel (say, sheesh)
I gotta let you know I feel identical
Just like your clone, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Started vibin' on Monday
Then you started trippin' on Tuesday (yeah-yeah, yeah)
And now we makin' love by Wednesday (woah, woah)
And even Thursday and Friday and Saturday
You tell me that we breakin' up on Sunday
How you was off me, you was just on me? (Woah, yeah)
You know you want these hands all on your body (on your body)
Why you be fronting like I don't keep it saucy? (With the sauce, sauce)
You don't even answer when I'm calling (when I'm calling)
How you was off me, you was just on me? (I was just all on you)
You know you want these hands all on your body (yeah)
Why you be fronting like I don't keep it saucy?
Woah, woah-woah, woah
Woah, woah-woah, woah, woah-oh, oh
Woah, woah-woah, woah
Woah, woah-woah, woah, woah-oh, oh
Writer(s): Craig David, Darren Hill, Kyle Harvey, Mark Hill
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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