Lyrics: Trey Lander/Justin Cho/Markus Randle/Ricardo Valentine/Tauheed Epps
Music: Trey Lander/Justin Cho/Markus Randle/Ricardo Valentine/Tauheed Epps
Yeah
Yeah
You've been the baddest
You been
You've been the baddest for a long time
You've been the baddest for a long time
Yeah, yeah
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 catching me on my weak days
Oh, it feels like Sunday again
Why Sunday?
I like my breakfast with the bacon
No such thing as overstaying
Babymakin', no more playing
A lot of textures, are we overlaying?
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 lessons learned
This time I'm 'bout to earn it
She's like, why Sunday?
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 catching me on my weak days
Oh, it feels like Sunday again
Yeah
Yeah
Why Sunday?
I wanna touch it, really
I'm talkin' touch it, feel it
I wanna bust up in it
Bought her a custom pendant
I mean, unfortunately
You not accustomed to a boss, so baby, don't resent me
I got a bold prediction
I'm addicted to your vibe, I don't need no prescription
You say it's Sunday morning, I say it's Saturday night
Because I still ain't sleeping
No matter where I go I take my ego with me
Soon as I bust it down, I try to reload quickly
Kinda charm to make 'em go from zero to sixty
And I'm so tall, I make her get on her tip toes to kiss me
On Sunday, we had shrimp, grits and biscuits
Hey Mrs. Officer, when you gon' frisk me?
If sex is a weapon, they gon' get me
While I was licking, I was looking, 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 catching me on my weak days
Oh, it feels like Sunday again
Yeah
Why Sunday?