Sunday (feat. Tracy Hardly & Second Sama)

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I cried myself to sleep last night
Just thinking bout what you did
I slept down by your feet last night
Didn’t wanna see your face again
I’ll probably take you back some day
I gotta find the strength to, some way
We was too strong to fall on one day
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
I gotta find the strength to some way
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
I’m tired of saying shit when you don’t listen
I’m tired of praying and holding a pistol
The worlds gone to shit, I'ma fly like a missile
I’m turning you purple, boy, just like a thistle
Open my mind like I opened this business
This shit is absolute without the fitness
This game is a bag and I’m boutta' go get it
But I’m just so tired, I don’t wanna quit it
I’m thinking, I’m praying, I’m loving
I’m climbing so far to the summit
It’s making me sick to my stomach
I’m feeling like Benjamin Button
The older I get, man the younger I get
And the better I feel about life
But the funny thing is that I’m over this shit
And I’m falling out without a fight
I cried myself to sleep last night
Just thinking bout what you did
I slept down by your feet last night
Didn’t wanna see your face again
I’ll probably take you back some day
I gotta find the strength to, some way
We was too strong to fall on one day
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
I gotta find the strength to some way
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
That's my lil' baby
But lately, it's shaky
I can’t shake this feeling
Of pressure that’s building
Between me and you
Like a secret on weekends
I slide in your deep-ends
Your defense it weakens
And this is the sequence that we’ve to come know
Yeah
Yeah
You live in my care, I look in your stare
I feel insecure, like signing a letter
Your words are sincere, but everything weird
Like starting a letter, I start off like dear
Ms. Little Baby, I’m writing my fears
You promise you’ll listen, you promise all ears
But when it came down to it you wasn’t there
When it came down do it, actions were louder
Than all of the shit that you said, just wait
One day you’ll lie in this bed
And won’t wanna wake up
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Tears in the way of your makeup
But you know you gotta get your cake up
And drugs laced up, and well
I thought I needed you
I need to do
What I know I needed to, but failed
Until your true colors unveiled
And then I took my first inhale
They used to think I was in hell
Didn’t think it looked odd
Used to look at you like God
I didn’t know that you were a fraud
You only care about yourself
Guess I had to find out the fun way
Hope you pray to God on Sunday
I cried myself to sleep last night
Just thinking bout what you did
I slept down by your feet last night
Didn’t wanna see your face again
I’ll probably take you back some day
I gotta find the strength to, some way
We was too strong to fall on one day
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
I gotta find the strength to some way
Go back and pray to God on Sunday
Sometimes I think it’s just too much for me
So I sit down and think about life
Sometimes I wonder, I sit here and ponder
That maybe just maybe you’re right
Maybe one day when I look up to god
And I beg him to answer my prayers
He’ll look down at me with sympathy
And tell me that I’m not prepared

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