He's a lonely boy, got four walls filling up with posters
He's a stony boy, got Pop-Tarts cooking in the toaster
Sort of bad at making real friends Keep back like we're the real friends, yeah
And I met the girl of my youth Not afraid to ever tell me the truth
I needed that real love Now that we're talking, even feel love
I'm still tripping out on last night, night What did I do in my past life, yeah
I'm still tripping out on last night, night What did I do in my past life
You on a Friday, chillin' on a Sunday Waking up on Monday, girl, you are my Sunday
You on a Friday, chillin' on a Sunday Waking up on Monday, girl, you are my Sunday
Girl, you, girl, you Girl, you are my Sunday
Nowadays everybody wanna freak Do you think that I'll never be me?
I just want a girl that I could take to church Or meet my mom, she's beautiful, done up in a skirt
Or sweatpants, no makeup on What can I say, I'm a family man
I love the mother of my children We've been in love since high school
From the broke to the billions, come on
I'm still tripping out on last night, night What did I do in my past life, yeah
I'm still tripping out on last night, night What did I do in my past life
You on a Friday, chillin' on a Sunday Waking up on Monday, girl, you are my Sunday
You on a Friday, chillin' on a Sunday Waking up on Monday, girl, you are my Sunday
Girl, you... Girl, you... Girl, you are my Sunday
Girl, you... Girl, you... Girl, you are my Sunday
Girl, you... Girl, you... Girl, you are my Sunday
My heart's still trippin' out on last night, like
What did I do with my past life? Yeah
My heart's still trippin' out on last night, like
What did I do with my past life?
Had to get you on a Friday Chillin' on that Sunday
Wake it up on Monday Girl, you are my Sunday
You on a Friday Chillin' on that Sunday
Wake it up on Monday Girl, you are my Sunday
Girl, you... Girl, you... Girl, you are my Sunday