Oh, oh, oh
Just another Sunday
Waking up at my place
Feeling nothin' new
Guess I'm calling Postmates, thinkin' I'd be
Eating something fancy with a view
With a glass of champagne
Bacon, eggs, and pancakes
And it ain't even noon
Think I need an upgrade from this space
I could use a friend or maybe two
I don't choose to
It ain't what I'm used to
Wish I knew you
Can I sit at the table too?
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a fuck (they don't give a fuck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
I never had a girl to call in the morning
Starting to think that maybe this was never for me
Tap into my feminine side
I'll give her time to live her life
But I don't choose to
It ain't what I'm used to
Wish I knew you
Can I, sit at the table too?
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a fuck (they don't give a fuck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
Talkin' shit with all my friends
Cruisin' fast in my Benz
Comin' home to my man
And he already know the plan
Talkin' shit with all my friends
Cruisin' fast in my Benz
Comin' home to my man
Cause he already knows
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a fuck (they don't give a fuck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?