Hands On Sunday (AFTRTAPE & DJ PRESS PLAY Remix)

Yesterday we had our final words, comfortable
With that smoke around
Can't stay that fool I was
Rebuild these walls oh pray for mercy
At Sunday, Sunday church

Hands up higher!!

I thought about excuses I can use
Before I had to split the night in two
Even though my heart is made of Gold
Nothin is ever enough for what she owes
I pray someday that God will give me more
More wisdom when that drink is in my hand
And Now I go and give that bitch a second chance
Might be my only fan
Safe sex & rubber bands
Come fuck up all my plans
Now I'll just be that man
Saturate my love up all on the couch
Paint that pretty picture when I come around

And all the game she plays sometimes
I just can't escape all the love and all the shame

I had to think about the let go's
In my mind I got a long road down, down
Mind be calling for the hoe, hoe
Skin & bones though we never break
One on one for the games we playing
Goin hard then we going home
Mind be thinking for the
Mind be calling for the hoe

Had a blind eye for the world that was plastic
And the downside for the ones that I've trusted
I picked a poison where I found myself in that position
Where I'll be trying to find somebody real for my addictions

Crazy obsession
I know those nights I'm never missing
Lost in the sky I hear her screaming
I guess my loneliness made her deal
Cause sunday morning comes
Hands brushing off everything she said & did
Nobodys been so perfect anyway
Who said there's love in a perfect place

And all the game she plays sometimes
I just can't escape all the love and all the shame

I'l be tripping off the edge
Relieving all my stress
And if we end the episode
Im going to the next, next next
Put on the bulletproof vest
When you around the city
Might be shooters running with me
So I'm keeping every bad bitch
Coming on a daily