SUNDAY

Why do they make me feel like it's nowhere to go?
I got my shit packed up but I really ain't sold, yeah
Don't wanna leave, can you not see, I cannot breathe? Yeah
Didn't know a warm bright Sunday could turn so cold
Yeah, yeah

Take it back to Lovell with the flat-top
West OT, that's the backdrop
Chilling by Britannia beach with the Fanta
We ain't had shit, wishing for a Santa
I'm like, "That's it, fuck it, I'ma ball out" (I'ma ball, yeah)
I knew me and them niggas would fall out (I'ma fall, yeah)
You gotta know yourself, you won't get a call out
Yeah, now I feel like I could buy the mall out
Dig deep, pull it out, dust if off
All these new niggas gotta cut 'em off
I used to be scared of this shit, I was running off
Now I'm facing this shit, I'ma done it off
Crop a lot of niggas out the frame, yo' loss
Got a lot of shit you wish you had, show it off
She wanna link me, nigga, I just blow it off
They cannot reach me, nigga, I'ma turn it off
Ok, yeah

I'm who all them niggas just pretend to be (just pretend, yo)
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, yeah
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 shit packed up but I really ain't sold, yeah
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 (could turn so)
Could turn so cold (yeah)