Sundays

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Whoa, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

I woke up on this Sunday, Sunday

With no motivation in my body, no-whoa-whoa

Phone drier then Mojave, Mojave

Daddy diabetic so he eat his pancakes with agave, true

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 Fella Kuti

Groupies say they wanna do me

Truly that feel like a blessing

But finding one to love is getting harder every second

**** would rather be single than see a wedding day

**** that either end up in Heaven or Kevin's gates

I bench pressed 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 been sipping red wine since a toddler, since a toddler

Blood of Christ sacrificed for my Father, for my Father

My daddy love me and hate me like Mister Focker, Mister Focker

My sister happy that I can afford Supreme

Mama call

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 seen my health is more important than my album

I'm not loud

I'm Ethiopian rowdy

Send my parents to Maui, now they skin look like a brownie

Yo, yo see me grind

Demetrius say he proud

My **** lift me up whenever I'm 'bout to drown

Fuck a Monday

I love my Sundays

I head Costco

And get a smoothie

Mama say count your blessing 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

Ah, whoa-whoa, ah-ah

Some days

Don't let 'em die, don't let 'em die, don't let 'em die, don't let 'em die