[Chorus]

Sunday morning

It could be the first day or the seventh day

Whichever way

It's a slow day, Sunday morning

It could be the first day

Or the seventh day

Whichever way

[Verse 1]

Sleeping in or early birdie

Keeping it real, playlist on indie

Sunday papers, a hangover

Saturday night fever, lemon water

Hop in the shower

The longest hour to get dressed

Nobody to text or messages to check

Just a little game of Words with friends

Yeah it never ends

Sunday brunches, some day churches

I mean I used to on a bye week

Of Sunday football

American you know

Cappuccino, Mocha with soy

Soccer's good too though

To watch with the boys

I miss basketball

End the lockout y'all

Gotta run but I walk man

Every day like the city is a floor plan

I'm an easy shopper

I love garage sales

And Craig is the dude, he should get his own shoes

I get an invite, they got a barbecue

Byob

I might swing by after my falafels

With some french fries

With some baba ghanoush

It's like a full course

On the tube now

They got baseball

162?

That's too long fool

[Chorus]

Sunday morning

It could be the first day or the seventh day

Whichever way

It's a slow day, Sunday morning

It could be the first day

Or the seventh day

Whichever way

We chill

[Verse 2]

On the balcony

On the steps

On the front porch

In the backyard

In the driver seat

In the back seat

Riding shotgun

On the freeway

On a motorbike

On a bicycle

Up in the hills

In the mountains

On a trail

In the woods

In the forest

By the river

On the bridge

At the beach

On a surfboard

On a skateboard

At a cafe

At a diner

At a flea market

At a taqueria

On the block

On the corner

On the fence

On the wall

On the sidewalk

On the mezzanine

In the hallway

In my room