Someday, maybe when the drums fade
We gon' be on runways, you can be my Sunday
And I can be your love slave
You could tell me, "Come stay," we'll get out our own way
Or you can tell me, "Go away," and I'll buy you a big boat
So I can be your stowaway 'cause, baby, it's a cold game
So tell me what you want
Tell me what you want, anything you want
And I'Il give you the sun, and you can be enough
And I ain't gotta run, and we ain't gotta front
And they can throw the stones, and God could be the judge
And we could make a home and fill it up with love, yeah
Let's just pack a bag and get out of Dodge
Focus on the simple things, we ain't never had a lot
Spent a lot of time on the ground pointin' at the sky
Know I'm always by your side 'til we say our last goodbye
Lotta fish up in the sea, so I went and cast a line
Baby, when it's you and me, it's certain we gon' catch a vibe
Easy call, nothin' good as bein' yours
Baby, don't delete your flaws, I need it all
That's that soul food
If you didn't pull it from the ground, it ain't produce
You wouldn't be as perfect as you are without the old you
Had to leave the city for the stars, I want the whole view
I just wanna hold you
Someday, maybe when the drums fade
We gon' be on runways, you can be my Sunday
And I could be your love slave
You could tell me, "Come stay," and we'll get out our own way
Or you can tell me, "Go away," and I'll buy you a big boat
So I can be your stowaway 'cause, baby, it's a cold game
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want, anything you want
And I'Il give you the sun, and you can be enough
And I ain't gotta run, and we ain't gotta front
And they can throw the stones, and God could be the judge
And we could make a home and fill it up with love
Call me
Any time of day and I'll be on the way
And you can get whatever you want
High, low, hold you close, I just want your energy
Choppy skies, rocky roads, your love all I'll ever need
Vinyl of my greatest hits, I'll give you the best of me
What they think mean less to me
I'm just hopin' someday, maybe when the drums fade
We gon' be on runways, you can be my Sunday
And I could be your love slave
You could tell me, "Come stay," and we'll get out our own way
Or you can tell me, "Go away," and I'll buy you a big boat
So I can be your stowaway 'cause, baby, it's a cold game
So tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
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