“Sunday”
Tryna make a baby
Tryna make a baby
(Tryna make a baby)
(Tryna make a baby)
California Bitch
You even bought me a drink
You made me bomb ass dinner, washed that dish in the sink
You got that no bullshit, ready to fuck me again
My life was women, women, women, now it’s woman and man
I got the gas on, and a passport
Full of stamps and a paycheck
A fuckin rav4, it’s my daddy’s
Not a lambo, or a taxi cab
I bought you a bag of tampons and a maxi pad
(Just in case)
Us against the world back to back
You dated a couple caucasians, you’re back to black
A couple thousand points more than an ass to grab
You deserve a wine glass and a mattress pad
You got the bomb-ass (yep)
And some good-ass (uh)
Make me (woop-woop)
We don’t really go outside
My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump (bumpin’)
Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
You got a God-given body with a permanent smile
Make me drive into trucks when I’m pushing the dial
My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump (bumpin’)
Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
We could be napping at su casa
The only other lady I would cuddle is my mama
So pucker up and show me
You got sucker punching kisses, sucker for you in the evening
Even early for manana, I could handle all your drama
I could floss
Every day and put this lotion on my face
Comb my hair and shave this shit until I look like bradley cooper
What’s it cost
We could blaze and cut them onions
How you like them
Then I ball my fucking eyes out
I’m a happy little trooper, uh
She love me, She love me not
She love me, She love me not
She love me, She love me not
She love me not, I think she love me
You got the bomb-ass [*cashier register sound*]
And some good-ass
Make me (woop-woop)
We don’t really go outside
My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
You got a God given body with a permanent smile
Make me drive into trucks when I’m pushing the dial
My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump
Goddamn, I’m hoping that we make it
I’ll pass you this liquor
You be puffin’ that Jamaica
We enable each other
Kinky shit inside the covers
You got the curves
Baby, hoping we get naked
With some movies and some weed you get me high
No no no, I’m the only one you ever getting high with
With some food and drink to keep you by my side
No no no, I’m the only one you going outside with
If I could make the world come inside, yeah
I’m the only one that gives you what you want
Some day both of us will probably die
And when that day comes, I hope that you come to haunt me
I think she love me, I think she wants me
I think she love me, I hope that you come to haunt me
I love her, I love her not
I love her, I love her not
I love her, I love her not
I love her not, I think I love her
About Sunday
Artist: Abhi The Nomad
Related Songs: Travel Song
Album: Catharsis
Release date: October 21, 2016
Label: Abhi The Nomad
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap, Indian Hip-Hop