Текст песни Sunday Best - Z.Woods

Excuse me shorty tell me what's your name
I heard we spent the night mattress bonding on my frame
Don't want you taking this personal
But I was faded when we started getting technical
I'm just tryna be polite, you seem like you could be cool
And your body's hella tight so
Won't you hook it up, fill me in. Promise I ain't gonna forget never again
Your style, Your beauty, Your smile's got me feeling some type of way
Makes me lift my hands in praise
Besides, your body's bonafide, won't you slip out of that sunday best

See I just want to love you right babe
So just put it all on me

Wait, hold up for a minute before we get in
Can't help feeling like we messing up if we engage in
Making sweet love, real passionate stuff
Wait hold on fellas... (Lemme break it down for her real quick)
It's like ooh, ah
It's sunday and I'm supposed to be a good guy with a righteous clean soul
But I'm just a sinner, really don't know better, than that I want you
I really need ya
Your hair, your chest your derriere, you a blessing girl you heaven sent
Makes it harder to repent
No more, time to end this cold war
Won't you slip out of that sunday best girl

Cuz I just want to love you right baby
So just put it all on me

You got me feeling thirteen again
Back when I wasn't quite as slim
I should be running but I wanna press in
To win all that's within your all natural body
Undeniable hottie
Give yourself some rest
Take off that sunday best cuz I...
About to love you right yeah