Sunday

Yeah you got me angry
Tryna do me so wrong
Yeah you got me hurting
I been loving you so long

Nothin really make sense with you
So out the door I go now
And this shit got me fucked up
Cuz you won't ever ask how

Call me when you need me
And I always got your back
But I can't get the same love
Yet I'm the best you ever had

It's hard for me to say no with you
So out the door I go now
And this shit got me fucked up
Cuz you won't ever ask how

It's Sunday you told me you'd call Monday
I wait up I'm pacin back and forth all day
Your demons make my demons wanna say
Evil things I promise you don't wanna play

With my heart your trippin now get out my way
I got this all on my own I got it made
Do me wrong my karma don't take long just wait
And now I'm movin on my own again
And now I'm movin on my own again

Say that you want me but I need to see
Your heart rather you just go and leave
Making it easy for me to believe
You can't give me that same energy

It's Sunday you told me you'd call Monday
I wait up I'm pacin back and forth all day
Your demons make my demons wanna say
Evil things I promise you don't wanna play

With my heart your trippin now get out my way
I got this all on my own I got it made
Do me wrong my karma don't take long just wait

Hold it down when I got my own shit
Show you always workin like a bitch
No care shoulda let the boy hit
I don't cuz you know I'm really it

You don't wanna play



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Writer(s): Abigail Lebsock
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