[Verse 1] Sunny shirt half tucked Left my phone face down Toast is burning but we laugh Coffee swirl slow and brown Bare feet on the chair Orange juice on my sleeve I say I might move today You say yeah sure I believe
[Chorus] Sunday brunch with my friends Let the day never end Pass the toast pass the time We got nowhere to be no line Sunday brunch feeling fine Eggs and gossip on the side If this is all that I get I am already set
[Verse 2] Pancake tower leans With that cheap maple rain You pitch one wild idea We file it in maybe lane Playlist on low tilt Talking over the beat You pour stories in my glass Till my doubts taste sweet
[Outro] Leave the dishes for the night Let the sun do its slow stunt If heaven ever clocks in It picks a table at our brunch
A zene stílusa
pop, laid back pop groove with light funk guitars soft synth bass and tight drums midtempo feel good bounce focus on big gang vocal hook and handclap moments radio friendly sheen