Lyrics

[Intro] E.M.G on the beat [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Stro] Monday, a friend of mine Tuesday, we played a game Wednesday, you went away (Mm) Thursday (Yeah), things weren't the same On Friday, you came back I wanted to (Yeah, yeah) Kiss you on Saturday (Yeah-yeah) On Sunday, we made love Now what are we gonna do? [Verse 1] Yeah, her body is somethin' straight out of a magazine (Yup) Looking like nothin' I'd ever seen Beautiful thighs, heavenly eyes Never surprised, witty and wise (Yeah, yeah) When we met it was windy inside She was zipped in her top On her way to work in the city, she gotta survive But ain't lettin' that fuck with her strive (Uh-uh) It gotta be sumn' inside Wonder do she got a man to provide? (She got a man?) And "baby good morning's" And something was missing, did he see the warnings? Or was she a solo act in this Broadway play called life (Life) I don't wanna dwell in that, I just play my cards right (Swish) We kickin' it, she givin', I'm gettin' it I feel a connection (Feel a connection) I wondered (I wondered) What was her name? (Uh) She said, "It's Perfection" Ha (Ha) Feel like a glove, feel like a buzz Could it be love? Could it be once? (Once, uh) Could it be wife? Or could it be lust? She told me she can't (Uh) I'm figurin', "Damn it, she got a man" (She got a man) She told me, "It's work" (Uh) No need to explain, 'cause I understand (I understand) You doin' it right (Yeah) And it couldn't be now, but it was aight (It's cool) And she gave me her number And said give me a call, I'll see you tonight (Yeah) [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Stro] Monday, a friend of mine (Yeah) Tuesday, we played a game Wednesday, you went away (Yeah) Thursday, things weren't the same On Friday, you came back I wanted to (Yeah, yeah) kiss you on Saturday On Sunday, we made love Now what are we gonna do? [Verse 2] Yeah, body is something straight out of a magazine (Yup) Looking like nothing I'd ever seen (Nothin') Beautiful thighs, heavenly eyes Never surprised, witty and wise The scent of a rose (Yeah) Content in her skin from her head to her toes Almost like she was chose And you don't gotta tell her she knows (Knows) We back at the crib (Yeah) And I'm findin' my way 'round the map of her body (Body) See the way that she moan? (Moan) I find me a spot and I make it a hobby (Yeah) She lovin' the pleasure and pain Releasin' the feelin', she got it contained Without any doubt in the world Tellin' me how they been doubtin' you, girl (Uh) Nights like these, they always end in hickeys (Yeah) And a condom make her miss me Know it ain't easy to forget me, but hit me, kiss me (Yeah) Uber came quickly, she skated out (Skrt) Got a early shift, only reason why she made it out (Yeah, yeah) Back and forth, back and forth In and outta lust Reassure, you don't need my mind, you just gotta trust (Gotta trust) I was up, lookin' at my phone, then I got a text (Got a text) Mi Amor She's in need of more and wanna know what's next (Know what's next) [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Stro] Monday, a friend of mine Tuesday (Yeah), we played a game (Yeah, yeah) Wednesday, you went away (Swish) Thursday (Uh), things weren't the same (Yeah, yeah) On Friday (Yeah, yeah), you came back (Yeah) I wanted to (Yeah-yeah) kiss you on Saturday (Yeah) On Sunday, we made love (Yeah) Now what are we gonna do? [Verse 3] She said, "I got a problem" (What?) I'm jugglin' time (Time) Like I live in a studio, I'm movin' cautious (Yup) I'm hustlin' rhymes (Rhymes) Like my life is a movie though (Uh) And I keep it discrete She tired of my games, we only meet in the sheets (Sheets) And we ain't a couple (Yeah) But if we ain't together then she ain't complete (Complete) Love, I'm freakin' these beats Tryna attain what is out of my reach (Out of my reach) It be so hard to tell when they playin' a playa or playin' for keeps (Oh, you playin' for keeps) I been there before (Yup) I thought it was real, can't do that no more (No way) Now I'm ignoring myself (Myself) And I'm giving my all, I hope that it helps (Uh) But I'm sure that it don't (Nope) As you pray it get better, I'm sure that it won't (It won't) I'm stuck in the grind Loosely attached to the image of love in my mind (For real) But you inspire me Ya body's a drug, I channel the higher me (Higher me) Then back to the game of searchin' ya name, ha (Perfection) Look at the irony (Haha) She wanna know this for sure, home She wanna open them doors (Yeah, yeah) Wanna be able to touch I'm one she could trust, and I never notice her flaws (Yeah, yeah) But I only notice the cost, I struggle in knowin' she right Got a lot on her mind (Yeah) We was fuckin' again by the end of the night Hehe