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Sunday

 

Sunday


Don't get ahead of yourself
You know all things take some time
So don't go only hurting yourself
You only trapped in your mind (that's right)
We got story to tell
Just haven't written the lines
Don't say that nothing will help
Sometimes I cry, I cry, I cry (yeah, yeah)

Got a world full of hurt waiting outside
And it's waiting on me
Feel the burn as I wake to the outcry
Not to mention the heat
Live again in the shoes of a black mind
It could happen to me
Look around for the truth, it's an outlier
And that fuck up my peace

I got friends who famous, I got friends who ain't shit
I got girls with grudges who still won't say shit
I know some white folks who ain't keen on changing
Some ain't got homes and some on vacation
Don't take too long 'cause we'll be here waiting
Started feeling guilty when I felt amazing
If I'm part of the problem then that's complicated
If I could point a finger it'd probably be at Satan
Or whoever raised them, or me?
But we lacking patience
Summer's gone and I miss the fragrance
They selling souls just to get on a playlist
Have you heard the news? I ain't caught the latest, no

Don't get ahead of yourself
You know all things take some time
So don't go only hurting yourself
You only trapped in your mind
We got story to tell (we've got story to tell)
Just haven't written the lines (we've got it right)
Don't say that nothing will help
Sometimes I cry, I cry, I cry

(Cry, I cry, I cry
Cry, I cry, I cry
Cry, I cry, I cry)
Yeah

Babe, tell me good news
I'm coming home to your cooked food
Don't it just feel like a Sunday?
Think about the things that we could do
Know I'm gonna try but I could lose
I need to see you in a good mood
Not tied down by your worries
Don't worry, don't worry

Don't get ahead of yourself (easier said than done, motherfucker)
You know all things take some time
So don't go only hurting yourself
You only trapped in your mind
We got story to tell (we've come too far)
Just haven't written the lines (too far to look back, my flaws, my wrongs)
Don't say that nothing will help (they lost in the past, a new day has dawned)
Sometimes I cry, I cry, I cry

done

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