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Like glue I'm stuck up on it

There's just something bout' you

That make me want to party

Real slick demeanor

Headshot with the glock to my heart

Farthest from platonic

Miu Miu on the rack

I'm hung up on it

Initials hanging off my neck

Like we learning phonics

I'd never say I'm down bad for a man

All my homies telling me to stand up

Don't think I can

You never text me "what you doin?"

You call me

I stay the night

You make me coffee in the morning

You set the bar so high

It's touching the sky

And I'm not trying to hyperbolize

but I told you I'm choosy

I got lots of bruises

From these losers who ain't prove

That they could do their duty

They just wanted the booty

While I sought love like a movie

And it looks like this

Where I'm Judy you my Mickey Rooney

I been patient

And it looks like it's paying off

Satiated

Cause you're too good and

I can't get enough

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

You could get it

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

I'm committed

Sunday comes and we just start again

And again, and again

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

It's a habit

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

You never lagging

Sunday comes around the bend

Like a nine to five baby

We just start again

You make it so hard to party baby

I'ma need your name tattooed on my heart

Permanantly

And I asked my mom if she approve

She told me she ain't never seen me smile like that

And that you're cute but

Don't let it get to your head

Nah I'm just playin

You deserve every daisy in the flower bed

There's seven billion souls on the planet

So tell me how I managed to

Bag me such a baddie

Who knows exactly when to

Spin me when we go out dancing

Or when to give me a kiss without having to ask me

I'm impatient

But you don't seem to give a fuck

Reciprocated

Cause I'm all yours and

You can't get enough

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

You could get it

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

I'm committed

Sunday comes and we just start again

And again, and again

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

It's a habit

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

You never lagging

Sunday comes around the bend

Like a nine to five baby

We just start again

There's no antidote for this

But I don't want to fight it

Just pour the gasoline on top of me

And give me a kiss

So that we can ignite it

I don't want to take a day off to catch my breath

Cause every day's a holiday when I got you in ny bed

And I said what I said

Cause when the day's all done

We gone do it all over again