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Sundays

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Sundays

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Yah-yah, yah-yah

Yah-yah, yah-yah

Whoa

Yah-yah, yah-yah

Yah-yah, yah-yah

I woke up on this Sunday

With no motivation in my body

No, whoa, whoa, whoa

Phone drier than Mojave

Daddy diabetic, so he eat his pancakes with agave

Mama headed to the church now

And she left me at the house

She left me at the house

Religious but I'm lazy

Naked like a nudist

Fruity Loops and Stanley Kubrick

Peanut butter jelly

Cousin bumping Makaveli

Sipping Stellas with my fellas

Bumping nothing but Fela Kuti

Groupies say they wanna do me

Truly, that feel like a blessing

But finding one to love is getting harder every second

Niggas would rather be single than see a wedding date

Niggas will either end up at Heaven or at Kevin's gates

I bench press my problems, like add another weight

And act like it's alright when it's not, whoa

Some days we get Sundays but most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, whoa

Truth is my religion

My beliefs are not forgiven

Some days we get Sundays but most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, whoa

Truth is my religion

My beliefs are not forgiven

I've been sipping red wine since a toddler

Blood of Christ, sacrifice for my Father

My daddy love me and hate me like Mr. Focker

My sister happy that I can afford Supreme

Mama called

She said "Don't worry 'bout me, baby, get your problems solved"

I told her "Ask me for whatever, whenever you want

I just went double platinum"

Mama say my health is more important than my album

I'm not loud, I'm Ethiopian rowdy

Sent my parents to Maui

Now they skin look like a brownie

Yo-Yo see me grind, Demitrius say he proud

My niggas lift me up, whenever I'm 'bout to drown

Fuck a Monday

I love my Sundays

I head to Costco and get a smoothie

Momma say count your blessings

So I did and now I realize who I am and who I'm not, whoa

Some days we get Sundays but most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, whoa

Truth is my religion

My beliefs are not forgiven

Some days we get Sundays but most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, whoa

Truth is my religion

My beliefs are not forgiven

Whoa

Sunday

Don't let him die

Don't let him die

Don't let him die

Don't let him die

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