Sunday Lyrics

Sunday Lyrics

Why do they make me feel like it's nowhere to go?
I got my sh*t 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 sh*t, wishing for a Santa
I'm like that's it f**k 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 sh*t I was running off
Now I'm facing this sh*t I'm 'a done it off
Crop a lot of niggas out the frame yo loss
Got a lot of sh*t 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 sh*t 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