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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sweatpants on
Cartoons low
Coffee cooling
On my phone
Half a toast
Crumbs on my chest
I just found
The perfect rest
Then you walk in
Hair up
That glare
Trash bags ready
Rubber gloves pair
You hit the lights
Pull up the blinds
Say
"This mess is
Hurting my mind"
[Chorus]
It’s my lazy Sunday
You got me running like it’s Monday
Monday (oh no)
You say
“Baby
Do the dishes
And the laundry
And the driveway”
I just wanna stay right here
But you’re yelling from the hallway
It’s my lazy Sunday
You turned it into cleaning runway
Runway (hey)
I’m in slippers as you hand me one more list like it’s a relay
Can a man just get one lazy
Lazy Sunday
[Verse 2]
You’re on a chair
Dusting the fan
I’m on the couch
Remote in my hand
You hit mute
Right on the goal
Point at the sink
Point at my soul
"Baby
Look
The plates are stacked"
You say my name
I say
"I’ll be back"
You plant a mop
Right on my feet
"I love you
But
You’re on your feet"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Okay
Okay
I’ll scrub the pan
Fold the shirts
Like a grown-up man
But when we’re done
You owe me this
Take my hand
Come steal a kiss
Blanket fort
Movie queue
Phone on silent
Just me and you
You can boss me
‘Round all week
But let one day
Belong to sleep
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 11, 2026
Duration2:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Bouncy modern pop with playful guitars, tight drums, and bright synth sprinkles. Verses stay light and conversational with male vocals, then chorus explodes into gang shouts and stacked harmonies. Clean, punchy mix; bass locks with a crisp kick while claps and ad-libs push the hook into pure earworm territory., clean
Credits
Prompt byAudioWizard294
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about a boyfriend who is just trying to enjoy a lazy Sunday around the house, but his girlfriend wants to clean and for him to do chores like the dishes and won't let him relax, pop
