LOVE SLAVE

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Someday, maybe when the drums fade, we gon' be on runways.

You can be my Sunday and I can be your love slave.

You can 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'll 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 can be the judge, and we can 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 pointing at the sky.

Know I'm always by your side 'til we say our last goodbye.

Lot of fish up in the sea, so I went and cast the line. Baby, when it's you and me, it's certain we gon' catch a vibe.

Easy call, nothing good as being 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 can be your love slave.

You can 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'll 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 can be the judge, and we can make a home, and fill it up with love.

Call me anytime 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 hoping someday, maybe when the drums fade, we gon' be on runways. You can be my Sunday and I can be your love slave.

You can 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.