Sunday Morning (feat. Whitney)

Mmm You make the breakfast I cook the dinner We missed the service Does that make us sinners? But I feel blessed when I'm With you on Sunday morning We wake up together We make love together Feels like something special We can't stay forever And we both know why Tomorrow's Monday morning Lazy Sunday morning Dreaming 'bout ya Thinkin' 'bout the way you used to Blow smoke out the window After sexing we reflect On how we met your First day on the job You was there workin' hard Behind the bar I would worship The ground you walked on We would talk on Indie movies MF doomie Split them 'shroomies We move quickly Friends turned roomies Empty fridges to 4 course dishes Matching visions so ambitious (Ahh) Where you learn to talk like that With a tongue so sharp I get off to that Where you learn to walk like that With a trunk so full you could hurt your back Mmm You make the breakfast I cook the dinner We missed the service Does that make us sinners? But I feel blessed when I'm With you on Sunday morning We wake up together We make love together Feels like something special We can't stay forever And we both know why Tomorrow's Monday morning A momentary sadness Changes into bliss I laugh when I awaken by myself An ocean lies between us I'm hoping there's a chance I want to hold you in my arms again I know your love is waiting On the other side For now it's Sunday morning on my mind