SUNDAY Songtext
von Night Lovell
SUNDAY Songtext
Why do they make me feel like it′s nowhere to go?
(Like it's nowhere to go, like it′s nowhere to go)
I got my shit packed up but I really ain't sold
(But I really ain't sold, but I really really sold)
Don′t wanna leave
Can you not see, I cannot breath (I cannot breath)
Didn′t know a warm bright Sunday could turn so cold
(Could turn so cold, could turn so cold)
Yeah, yeah
Take it back to Lovell with the flat top (flat top)
West OT, that's the back drop (back drop)
Chillin′ by Britannia beach with the Fanta (with the Fanta)
We ain't shit, wishin′ for a Santa (for a Santa)
I'm like, "That′s it, fuck it, I'ma ball out"
(I'ma ball, yeah)
I knew me and them niggas would fall out (I′ma fall, yeah)
You gotta know yourself, you won′t get a call out (a call, yeah)
Now I feel like I could buy a mall out (a mall, mall)
Dig deep, pull it out, dust it off (dust it)
All these new niggas, gotta cut 'em off (′em off)
I used to be scared of this shit, I was running off (running)
Now I'm facing this shit, I′ma done it off (done it off)
Crop a lot of niggas out the frame, yo' loss (yo′ loss)
Got a lot of shit you wish you had, show it off (show it off)
She wanna link me, nigga, I just blow it off (okay)
But they cannot reach me, nigga, I'ma turn it off (okay, yeah)
I'm who all them niggas just pretend to be (who pretend, yeah)
Using all the shade them niggas send to me (send, yeah)
′Cause we hot, and you can′t amend me (can't amend me)
Try to make us stop (huh?), that pussy nigga dead meat
(Nigga dead meat, yeah)
Me and momma used to walk to GT (to GT)
Now I pick her up in the TT (Lambo)
I shed a tear thinking back, they were good days (were good days)
But I can′t complain, leveled up, now I'm gettin′ paid (paid)
Why do they make me feel like it's nowhere to go? (nowhere to go)
I got my shit packed up, but I really ain′t sold (I ain't sold)
Don't wanna leave
Can you not see, I cannot breathe, yeah
Didn′t know a warm bright Sunday could turn so
Could turn so (turn so, could turn so), turn so cold
(Like it's nowhere to go, like it′s nowhere to go)
I got my shit packed up but I really ain't sold
(But I really ain't sold, but I really really sold)
Don′t wanna leave
Can you not see, I cannot breath (I cannot breath)
Didn′t know a warm bright Sunday could turn so cold
(Could turn so cold, could turn so cold)
Yeah, yeah
Take it back to Lovell with the flat top (flat top)
West OT, that's the back drop (back drop)
Chillin′ by Britannia beach with the Fanta (with the Fanta)
We ain't shit, wishin′ for a Santa (for a Santa)
I'm like, "That′s it, fuck it, I'ma ball out"
(I'ma ball, yeah)
I knew me and them niggas would fall out (I′ma fall, yeah)
You gotta know yourself, you won′t get a call out (a call, yeah)
Now I feel like I could buy a mall out (a mall, mall)
Dig deep, pull it out, dust it off (dust it)
All these new niggas, gotta cut 'em off (′em off)
I used to be scared of this shit, I was running off (running)
Now I'm facing this shit, I′ma done it off (done it off)
Crop a lot of niggas out the frame, yo' loss (yo′ loss)
Got a lot of shit you wish you had, show it off (show it off)
She wanna link me, nigga, I just blow it off (okay)
But they cannot reach me, nigga, I'ma turn it off (okay, yeah)
I'm who all them niggas just pretend to be (who pretend, yeah)
Using all the shade them niggas send to me (send, yeah)
′Cause we hot, and you can′t amend me (can't amend me)
Try to make us stop (huh?), that pussy nigga dead meat
(Nigga dead meat, yeah)
Me and momma used to walk to GT (to GT)
Now I pick her up in the TT (Lambo)
I shed a tear thinking back, they were good days (were good days)
But I can′t complain, leveled up, now I'm gettin′ paid (paid)
Why do they make me feel like it's nowhere to go? (nowhere to go)
I got my shit packed up, but I really ain′t sold (I ain't sold)
Don't wanna leave
Can you not see, I cannot breathe, yeah
Didn′t know a warm bright Sunday could turn so
Could turn so (turn so, could turn so), turn so cold
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