Sunday

I hate my grasp, I'm so stuck, I'm broke af
Flexing all, flexing all my credit card debt
Nothing left, I might have to sell some drugs
I'm the plug, if I love I mess it up, mess it up, yeah

Young man with a frown on his face always
Smoking and driving, God I believe you
But your people, Christians, gotta be wilding
You know I'm vibing, losing myself, I have my own skin
Stress and the pills, they got me in slow mo

I need to, I need to wait
Think I need something to save me
Don't have a hip but I have a Mercedes
I can't pay it off and it's crazy
I miss the times when I didn't have
Nothing before I made music
I was so innocent, I was so clueless
Now I got groupies and drugs I'm abusing

Momma getting nervous, I'ma get laced
Losing my faith at a young age
Shapes you if you don't see that
I'm just one of a million
Grew up in the church as a villain
Getting shamed, looked down vividly
My future looks bleak to me
Gatorade, jail, and a fourth a week

Whoa, not sleeping and god's sake Sunday
Losing everything, I might get it back one day, yeah
Running my mouth like I don't feel no pain
Thank God, thank God, I'ma get it back one day
Not sleeping and god's sake Sunday
Losing everything, I might get it back one day, yeah
Running my mouth like I don't feel no pain
Thank God, thank God, I'ma get it back one day
Yeah, ay