SUNDAY

歌詞

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