Sunday Funday

Hey
Hey
Hey

Sunday's here, I wake up and smoke a ton (yeah, yeah)
Got indica, sativa, you know, indoor (yeah, yeah)
I call up my buddies, make a plan, we toast (yeah, yeah)
We go all in 'cause I never back down (no)

Nothing's happening around here (nothing)
Just some good barbecue (haha)
Always chill, good vibes, the fun never ends (no)
I used to smoke with you (yeah)

Now I don’t want anything (nothing)
Let’s hit the party with all my crew, I’m with my whole gang
Now nothing can bring me down (whoop)
Now I water my plants (yeah)

My girl’s always smoking on the plane, she looks like a flight attendant
She looks like a rasta (whoo)
Twenty joints ain't enough for her (no)
We keep it real with the family, that’s why we never run out of cash

She smokes my blunt and says: My love (my love)
Please, pass it, just pass it to me (pass it)
There’s a cloud of smoke, I’ve lit the grill
Baby, come over here, bro, come over here (come over here)

She smokes my blunt and says: My love
Please, pass it, just pass it to me (haha)
There’s a cloud of smoke, I’ve lit the grill (hey)
Baby, come over here, bro, come over here (come over here)

Baby, I wanna slice the cake
Then in my room, I’ll take a bite of you
Take a bite and get all messy
'Cause life’s meant to be happy

I’m feeling good 'cause you’re mine
My favorite drug, fuck the weed
What more can I ask for? I’ve got it all
A Sunday at the beach cruising on my ski

I always trip out when you’re with me
We go hard, the neighbors freak out
I match my outfits every time we go out
Wherever we go, we always tear it up
I’ll never forget the first time we met (oh, no, no)
When I’m old, I’ll tell my kids how we made them

And Sunday’s here, I wake up and smoke a ton (a ton)
Got indica, sativa, you know, indoor (all kinds)
I call up my buddies, make a plan, we toast
We go all in 'cause I never back down

She smokes my blunt and says: My love (my love)
Please, pass it, just pass it to me (pass it)
There’s a cloud of smoke, I’ve lit the grill
Baby, come over here, bro, come over here (come over here)

She smokes my blunt and says: My love
Please, pass it, just pass it to me (haha)
There’s a cloud of smoke, I’ve lit the grill (hey)
Baby, come over here, bro, come over here (come over here)