Sundays

Yah-yah, yah-yah

Yah-yah, yah-yah

Woah

Yah-yah, yah-yah

Yah-yah, yah-yah

I woke up on this Sunday (Sunday)

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

Phone drier than Mojave (Mojave)

Daddy diabetic, so he eat his pancakes with agave

Mamma 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 Fela Kuti

Groupies say they wanna do me

Truly, that feel like a blessing

But finding one to love is getting harder every second

Niggas would rather be single than see a wedding date

Niggas will either end up in Heaven or at Kevin's gates

I bench-press my problems like add another weight

And act like it's alright when it's not, woah

Some days we get Sundays

But most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, woah

Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I'm forgiven

Some days we get Sundays

But most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, woah

Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I'm forgiven

I've been sipping red wine

Since a toddler (since a toddler)

Blood of Christ

Sacrifice for my Father (for my Father)

My daddy love me

And hate me like Mr. Focker(Mr. Focker)

My sister happy that I can afford Supreme

Mama called, 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 say my health is more important than my album

I'm not loud, I'm Ethiopian roudy

Send my parents to Maui

Now they skin look like a brownie

Yo-Yo see me grind, Dimitrius say he proud

My niggas lift me up, whenever I'm 'bout to drown

Fuck a Monday, I love my Sundays

I head to Costco, and get a smoothie

Mama say count your blessings

So I did, and now I realize who I am

And who I'm not, woah

Some days we get Sundays

But most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, woah

Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I'm forgiven

Some days we get Sundays

But most days the rain comes down

And I feel like I'm bound to drown

Jesus Christ, woah

Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I'm forgiven

Uh, woah, ah, Sunday, ah

Don't let him die

Don't let him die

Don't let him die (uh)

Don't let him die (woo, hi-i-i-i-i-i)