Sunday!
Damn Melly, why you do me like that?
Oh, damn, damn, damn, I really be missin' them old days
Oh, yeah, yeah, slowly but surely goin' back to my old ways
When you crossing my street, look both ways
Couldn't smoke in a crib, straight hallways
Damn, every day felt like a Friday
Now every day it just feel like a Sunday
Miss the bros I see em one day
Damn, everything feel like a one-way
Steady battlin' depression
Damn, I'ma get rid of it one day
You wanna leave, then bitch, it's okay
I ain't gon' stress you for stayin', bitch, no way
You wanna leave, then bitch, it's okay
I ain't gon' stress you for stayin', bitch, no way
Gloomy, I'm tryna make me a movie
Get in my feelings, it's moody
I'm tryna just go rump all night
I'm tryna make me a(yea)
I will not beg you to do me
She slurp on the dick like a smoothie
Drop me a perk in the drink
Feel like a badass, turn into
Pop me a yeah, and it boosts up my stamina
She buggin out if she think I can't handle her
Paint on her face like graffiti, I vandal her
She tryna line me, then nigga, I'm flarin' her
Yeah, yeah, we gettin' rid of her
Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' sick of her
I swear to God, I'm gettin' sick of her
I swear to God, I'm gettin' sick of her
Oh, damn, damn, damn, I really be missin' them old days
Oh, yeah, yeah, slowly but surely goin' back to my old ways
Oh, when you crossin my street, look both ways
Couldn't smoke in the crib, straight hallways
Damn, every day felt like a Friday
Now every day it just feel like a Sunday(oh)
Oh, damn, damn, damn, I really be missin' them old days
Oh, yeah, yeah, slowly but surely goin' back to my old ways
When you crossing my street, look both ways
Couldn't smoke in a crib, straight hallways
Damn, every day felt like a Friday
Now every day it just feel like a Sunday
Miss the bros I see em one day
Damn, everything feel like a one-way
Steady battlin' depression
Damn, I'ma get rid of it one day
You wanna leave, then bitch, it's okay
I ain't gon' stress you for stayin', bitch, no way
You wanna leave, then bitch, it's okay
I ain't gon' stress you for stayin', bitch, no way
Gloomy, I'm tryna make me a movie
Get in my feelings, it's moody
I'm tryna just go rump all night
I'm tryna make me a(yea)
I will not beg you to do me
She slurp on the dick like a smoothie
Drop me a perk in the drink
Feel like a badass, turn into
Pop me a yeah, and it boosts up my stamina
She buggin out if she think I can't handle her
Paint on her face like graffiti, I vandal her
She tryna line me, then nigga, I'm flarin' her
Yeah, yeah, we gettin' rid of her
Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' sick of her
I swear to God, I'm gettin' sick of her
I swear to God, I'm gettin' sick of her
Oh, damn, damn, damn, I really be missin' them old days
Oh, yeah, yeah, slowly but surely goin' back to my old ways
Oh, when you crossin my street, look both ways
Couldn't smoke in the crib, straight hallways
Damn, every day felt like a Friday
Now every day it just feel like a Sunday(oh)
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Writer(s): Roemello J Lane
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