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Woman, I know you been dyin' to keep me alive Son, I know that your dream has yet to rise Mama, so alone while you have raised a crowd Daddy, dagnabbit I'mma make you proud On a Sober Sunday It was so damn cool, I got over it I am cool 'cause family can shoulder me I'mma write this down on a IOU, I owe you Mama you're my body armour, my source of calm when I encounter drama Raised me to survive any dive in a pond of piranhas Life's a lasagna, each layer is a greater trauma But my life sentence has no period, instead a comma 'Cause it continues without abuse on the menu As long as I travel along the path that was I meant to What I've been through would crush a lesser man into the ground With no GPS or Waze, you helped me turn it all around Jamaican lady intuition A magical ability to make a prediction of the presence of friction My addiction to women to whom my heart's released forever Leave me puzzled how I can't put the pieces together Caught in a back in a forth, feeling played like they mastered sport On this all inclusive guilt trip, I take the last resort To drink away the pain, now I think, reflect, refrain From believing I'm instinctively insane On a Sober Sunday It was so damn cool, I got over it I am cool 'cause family can shoulder me I'mma write this down on a IOU, I owe you On a Sober Sunday (I owe ya) It was so damn cool, I got over (I owe ya) I am cool while resting on your shoulders (I owe ya) So I'mma write this down on a IOU, I owe you Dad, I hope you're proud looking down From what I imagine's a soccer pitch amidst the clouds Or maybe it's a beach where your sun is always shining Meanwhile I'm in fear that my assignment to honour your legacy's declining You put your time in to teach me to make my future bright 30 years deep in this business with little loot in sight I'm in a brutal fight, refusing to understand How my moves get me nowhere like I'm doing the running man Spanish father bravado Reminds me days I don't take off like Apollo there's always air to inhale tomorrow To be a Faraldo means to survive all attacks Even when being shot down feels like a knife in the back Help me to not approach struggle in a vex way And know you can't plant a seed and expect a tree the next day Instead of sipping away my sorrow with a bottle I'mma carve out my success and you're my model On a Sober Sunday It was so damn cool, I got over it I am cool 'cause family can shoulder me I'mma write this down on a IOU, I owe you On a Sober Sunday (I owe ya) It was so damn cool, I got over (I owe ya) I am cool while resting on your shoulders (I owe ya) So I'mma write this down on a IOU, I owe you
Writer(s): Karl Amani Wailoo, Daniel Eduardo Faraldo, Alroy Valentine Dias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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