It's Sunday Morning
And you so horny
We need to go to church
So we can get some words
I put in the work
You always throwing dirt
On my name
It's so lame
You so horny
But the shit is so corny
So wack
It's getting boring
We do the same shit
You love the missionary
Why?
Sometimes I wanna hit it from the back
Sometimes I just wanna yank out your tracks
Get sweaty like I just ran the lap
Can you sit on me? Like Santa's lap? Ha
It's Sunday Morning, and you so horny
We need to go to church
So we can get some words
I put in the work
You don't put in work
Can you ride me?
Please? Damn like, let's do something different