Been drinking too much but it's groovy I'm John Belushi, this shit is college Been racing weeks on this track With my team on my back Bouta make sure I max out my mileage She got me gone, just like the snow Blackin' out when she back it up Take the bump like a pick up truck i'm tryna pick you up
Got a place that your guy won't go Hotel out in idaho Put it all on a visa fly through Ibiza just for the day Hey girl I need you just for the day Sunday morn pull up on you babe, pull up on you
Basically it was me when I made this Hell and back with my bitch now we done Swear to god even god couldn't save us Back and forth constantly Finally i found someone that make me feel anxious Prayed to God and He swears you the one Mama said nothin good comes from waiting Sunday morn pull up on you babe
Baby sweet like cinnamon Tell me what's the minimum Promise to give you all that And then some Taking so much i forgot to mention Lately baby, I been outside Picking out daisies, I been outside Tryna finesse the situation Gotta respect this dedication Pull up on you babe
Talking my shit but I back it up They think i'm the man in this town Sunny sunday in her sundress Taste like cinn-minna-mon, yes Can tell by the way that she back it up She know I'm the man in this town Sunny sunday in her sundressTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
