"LOVE SLAVE" lyrics

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 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, till 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 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 could be the judge, and we could 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, you're 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