Sunday Spunday
Anemic and weak
Outlook's bleak on the reef
See me washed up beached
On the boulevard of bones and teeth
No sleep, chose to stay nose to key
Holding heat
Both of the cobras loaded
Beneath of the Taurus seats so
Find me adjacent
Parallel to the basement
Laying hanging with gravity
All day my face to the pavement ay
Find myself lost in mindless self indulgence
Re-dosing remain impulsive
Conscience plays no involvement
It's a toss up, toxic, caustic
Whatever the fuck you wanna call it
All this got me misanthropic
Hot up in the cockpit
Swervin' by where the cop sits
Watch my world as it turns
Into R. Crumb comics
And nothing can touch me
In this euphoric dystopia
These opiates render me as rugged
As vintage Nokias bitch
Spent the night amongst cobras
One nine eleven in the holster
Guess it's a hazard of having
A major chip on my shoulder
North Point on point with a ballpoint
We connected like ball joints
Knock it out the ballpark
Line's hot I mean
You know why they brought dawg
Metaphors
And we crackin' the 5th wall
Sober-ish, tell moms I'm celibate
Lit with no alcohol, still got the gull
Got the spins off of what I do for y'all
I do it all (Swear to god)
Hell yeah hell maybe hell naw shit
Clearly it's clear that you're clear off the Smirnoff
Or clearly you hit on that gear and then dip off
And you get to talkin' and can't turn the switch off
Damn
That's fire like the middle of the camp
Yeah ya boy so hot he make the sun look damp
Into the fire from the frying pan
I'm just a fan of a fan
You jelly I'm out the jam
Goddamn
Just another day and it doesn't matter the name of it
My guess is that its just another spun-day
Its hard to give a shit when you really don't give a fuck
I mean I might just go and have myself a funday
Got nothing much to give and yet anybody can get it
You can even be a guest upon this spun-day
Just another day and it doesn't matter the name of it
I guess its just another fucking spun-day
My guess its just another fucking spun-day
Guess it's just another
Spunday, spunday
Outlook's bleak on the reef
See me washed up beached
On the boulevard of bones and teeth
No sleep, chose to stay nose to key
Holding heat
Both of the cobras loaded
Beneath of the Taurus seats so
Find me adjacent
Parallel to the basement
Laying hanging with gravity
All day my face to the pavement ay
Find myself lost in mindless self indulgence
Re-dosing remain impulsive
Conscience plays no involvement
It's a toss up, toxic, caustic
Whatever the fuck you wanna call it
All this got me misanthropic
Hot up in the cockpit
Swervin' by where the cop sits
Watch my world as it turns
Into R. Crumb comics
And nothing can touch me
In this euphoric dystopia
These opiates render me as rugged
As vintage Nokias bitch
Spent the night amongst cobras
One nine eleven in the holster
Guess it's a hazard of having
A major chip on my shoulder
North Point on point with a ballpoint
We connected like ball joints
Knock it out the ballpark
Line's hot I mean
You know why they brought dawg
Metaphors
And we crackin' the 5th wall
Sober-ish, tell moms I'm celibate
Lit with no alcohol, still got the gull
Got the spins off of what I do for y'all
I do it all (Swear to god)
Hell yeah hell maybe hell naw shit
Clearly it's clear that you're clear off the Smirnoff
Or clearly you hit on that gear and then dip off
And you get to talkin' and can't turn the switch off
Damn
That's fire like the middle of the camp
Yeah ya boy so hot he make the sun look damp
Into the fire from the frying pan
I'm just a fan of a fan
You jelly I'm out the jam
Goddamn
Just another day and it doesn't matter the name of it
My guess is that its just another spun-day
Its hard to give a shit when you really don't give a fuck
I mean I might just go and have myself a funday
Got nothing much to give and yet anybody can get it
You can even be a guest upon this spun-day
Just another day and it doesn't matter the name of it
I guess its just another fucking spun-day
My guess its just another fucking spun-day
Guess it's just another
Spunday, spunday
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Writer(s): Dylan Willett
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