Sunday AM

[Chorus]
Sunday morning
It could be the first day or the seventh day
Whichever way
It's a slow day, Sunday morning
It could be the first day
Or the seventh day
Whichever way

[Verse 1]
Sleeping in or early birdie
Keeping it real, playlist on indie
Sunday papers, a hangover
Saturday night fever, lemon water
Hop in the shower
The longest hour to get dressed
Nobody to text or messages to check
Just a little game of Words with friends
Yeah it never ends
Sunday brunches, some day churches
I mean I used to on a bye week
Of Sunday football
American you know
Cappuccino, Mocha with soy
Soccer's good too though
To watch with the boys
I miss basketball
End the lockout y'all
Gotta run but I walk man
Every day like the city is a floor plan
I'm an easy shopper
I love garage sales
And Craig is the dude, he should get his own shoes
I get an invite, they got a barbecue
Byob
I might swing by after my falafels
With some french fries
With some baba ghanoush
It's like a full course
On the tube now
They got baseball
162?
That's too long fool

[Chorus]
Sunday morning
It could be the first day or the seventh day
Whichever way
It's a slow day, Sunday morning
It could be the first day
Or the seventh day
Whichever way
We chill

[Verse 2]
On the balcony
On the steps
On the front porch
In the backyard
In the driver seat
In the back seat
Riding shotgun
On the freeway
On a motorbike
On a bicycle
Up in the hills
In the mountains
On a trail
In the woods
In the forest
By the river
On the bridge
At the beach
On a surfboard
On a skateboard
At a cafe
At a diner
At a flea market
At a taqueria
On the block
On the corner
On the fence
On the wall
On the sidewalk
On the mezzanine
In the hallway
In my room