Sunday

Yeah, Yeah
Good morning
Rise and shine
Hey!

Sunday Service
The birds chirping chirp, chirp, chirp, yet you still lurking
Time to heal the soul and cleanse the palate
Burnt your own bridge don't ask me what happen
You know I had to kill one of these
Classic type feel light work what a breeze
Humble in my heart so don't take it for granted
The guy above you doesn't give you shit you can't handle
So follow my handle
I feel like I'm giving in
Posting shit on Instagram to show how you living it
But nah I ain't feeling
By all means necessary, everything and anything before you hit that cemetery
I should shut my mouth before they shut me down
Rap about the money and the bitches, how that sound
Cuties with the booties shooting vids in hookah lounge
Big up to my city, hope I make my momma proud (Hey)

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Sunday Service
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Okay

Sunday Service and I'm your preacher
Get up off your ass, make a plan, then dig deeper (Young man)
Said you can have it all, palm of your hand
The verses wasn't clean now do it again
Scratch that
Skills is elevating, jimmy neutron with my jet pack
Rolling round feeling like Napoleon no complex
But I'm complex
They say I'm out of this world
Bitch I'm on next (Yeah)
In conclusion this story is far from finished
Far away from home I'm looking towards my vision
A quick freestyle so be ready for the re-up
Didn't see it coming
Want the move? Heres a preview

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Sunday Service
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Can we take them home?
(Hey!)



Credits
Writer(s): Maximino Perez
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