LOVE SLAVE

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