Sunday Night (feat. Phi)

Saturday night, you call me when you're drunk

Don't even try, you'll never touch my soul

She made the cut, shawty is a pro

Never any love, you do it for the show

I'm bouta hit the road, the road

I'm bouta hit the road, the road

I'm bouta hit the road, the road

She do it for the show

I didn't even know

Sunday night

Hit the lights I'm coming, sorry for the wait

I popped a tab and then my life turned to a maze

You just need to feel the pain

Then maybe you'd be amazed

How in a blink it goes away

Then you'll see that I'm not crazy

Maybe you'll see, maybe

Nothing never faze me

I was clean a long, long, long, long time ago

They fall one by one

Like a motherfucking domino

They tell you what to do like it is Simon says

Get this money chase it

She wants the diamonds

Rollies, Rollies, Rollies, Rollies

I do not have time for this

Why do you come for me?

I know you don't wanna see

Some things it's just hard to believe

Until you breathe, soak it in

Let it drip, smell the trees

Pour it up, don't ever leave me alone with the piece

I might just pull, I might just cease to exist, like I'm Steez

Rest in peace, can you feel the fucking beat, beat, beat?

We ain't looking for the peace, peace, peace

I stick the finger to the dean, dean, dean

I stick the finger to the dean, dean, dean

I stick the finger to the dean, dean, dean

I do not care bout what you think, think, think

Sunday night, you call me when you're drunk

Don't even try, you'll never touch my soul

She made the cut, shawty is a pro

Never any love, you do it for the show

I'm bouta hit the road, hit the road

I'm bouta hit the road, the road

I'm bouta hit the road, the road, (ooh)

Sunday night

With the squad going hard in this bitch

We ain't never gone call it for quits

Stand tall, never fall, never slip

Get a grip, count it up, make it flip

And then ball in this bitch

I just feel like I deserve

Everything that I earn

Even when it's a loss

It's something for me to learn

Story to tell, reason to toast

I've been through hell, swear it's the most

Now I'm just feeling like I'm winning

All in the cameras I be grinning

Young nigga chilling like a villain

Stack it until it hit the ceiling

Then get a crib with bigger rooms

And find another way to fill in

That's just the life, that's just the way that we living

Challenge the way of the system

She trying balance the taste of the liquor

She know that we'll never be us again

She know I'm focused on me as a man

I'll never change, I'm still the same

And that's just something you can never manage

I know you hate how you ain't do no damage on me, yeah, yeah

Don't have no time to have you all up on my mind, yeah

You always looking and I know I'm hard to find, yeah

You know I meant it when I said this shit is mine, yeah

Nothing to lose, I got this all up on the line

Saturday night, you call me when you're drunk

Don't even try, you'll never touch my soul

She made the cut, shawty is a pro

Never any love, you do it for the show

I'm bouta hit the road, the road

I'm bouta hit the road, the road

I'm bouta hit the road, the road

She do it for the show, I didn't even know

Sunday night, you call me when you're drunk

Don't even try, you'll never touch my soul

She made the cut, shawty is a pro

Never any love, you do it for the show

Oh, Sunday night