Sundae

Sundae, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Sundae, Monday, Tuesday, Sundae, Sundae
Shit do feel like a Sundae, it do feel like a Sundae
Word up
Somethin' must have got in us
Cuz all of us turned to sinners
Yea, T and L, 3 sevens, check, yo

Visualizing the realism of life in this reality
Bad habits and graphic violence
Silencing our sanity
So my mentality is peace incorporated
With love demonstrated for haters who can't take it, cuz yea
We were the illest out our city, representers
But something must've got in us
Cuz how deep we took our lyrics
Some turned to preachers and some took it back to Africa
Others such as myself are still trynna pursue a rap career
Keeping that Tru and Livin' vibe alive inside us
It provides us with Godly knowledge we need for guidance
Even though, we know sometime we all got to leave
But as long as I'm dying rhymin' I'm leaving a fuckin' legacy, G
So 'til the day we turned back to ashes and dip out
Me and my kinfolk'll be somewhere still making hip hop
Payin' dues, stayin' tru, gettin' by 'cuz life's surprise'll
Catch you off guard a million times

Sundae, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, everyday
Sundae, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, everyday
Sundae, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, everyday
Sundae, Monday, Tuesday

I hit the studio on my bornday, I'm 41, a blessing
The essence of adolescence is still present in the Legend
My spiritual plane is elevated 'cuz I made it
Two quarters through life I learned from my mistakes
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus I'm on point like a plus sign
You know how we do piece a chain with some change
In my main jeans, stay in my lane don't go against the grain
It's simple and plain
And I ain't young at this but still I do my thing hard
Tru and Livin' dream squad be shinin' with no bling on (Ay yo, peace God)
I started at Lamar, I'm on it again
All of my friends used to blaze in front of McDonald gym
In the 1900's (Niggaz) that I used to run with
For years is right there and still got skills in abundance
I'm from the side with all the potholes and winos
Niggaz feel like fuck tomorrow buy a bottle

I like that, yea
Shit feel good, man, real good, yo
Sometimes you got to go look at the past
To see the future (Talk to 'em, man)
Shit feel good, man, yea
Sunday morning style, man, it's like, it's like on a Sunday morning, man
That's why we call that shit Sundae (Do what you do)
Naw, that ain't why we call that shit Sundae
But fuck it, though, it feel like its Sunday morning, ya know
How you get down
Going to get some McDonald's for breakfast
IHOP, Waffle House, you might be going to Starbucks, yea
Vibe out, man you know what I'm sayin'
Do what you do, man, already, talk to 'em
Love is love, man, that's where we come from, mane
T and L, yea



Credits
Writer(s): Bradon Ham
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