Sunday funday

♪ I can keep your eyes up up there, daddy, I want you ♪

♪ Na, na, ***** in love, want you ♪

♪ We'll walk up in the kitchen ♪

♪ Sayin' how the hell did this shit happen, oh baby ♪

♪ ***** in love, we'll be all right ♪

♪ Last thing I remember is how beautiful ♪

♪ But it's runnin' over they toes ♪

♪ ***** in love, we'll be all right ♪

♪ And next thing I'm ridin', no complaints for my body ♪

♪ Soft flow, restin' under these lights, what I'm drinkin' ♪

♪ Walkin' in my lock, says, "Mini-Lamb" ♪

♪ I'm rubbin' on the roof, rubbin' if you scared ♪

♪ Call that Grabby, what I'm drinkin' ♪

♪ Get my brain right, run, run, yeah, thanks to wife ♪

♪ You wish you'd keep sweatin' all that ♪

♪ Watch your back, take care now, what I'm drinkin' ♪

♪ I'm singin', on the mic to my boy, twice ♪

♪ Then I feel the tongue of a cat ♪

♪ Wagon ridin' with my surfboard ♪

♪ Surfboard, surfboard, bringin' on that wood ♪

♪ Bringin', bringin' on that wood ♪

♪ I'm swervin' on that, swervin', swervin' on that ♪

♪ Big flyer, been servin' all this ♪

♪ Surfin' all in this hood, good ♪

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