SUNDAYS (LEAN)
I wake up and I smoke me some reefer
Double cup and its full of the lean
Shortie said that she wish I could see her
Sorry baby, I'm chasing my dreams
I need the racks, I been fiending
Cause I fell in love with that green
I just like to chill on Sundays
And sip a pint of the lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
Just say a prayer for me
I think I might die on this lean
These days I sip too much
I been a true wockhardt demon
Walk around with a sippy cup
I'm starting to feel like a kid
Yeah
Codeine in my arteries
I think my demons are starting to be a part of me
Fucking this bitch, it's the Odyssey
Excuse my french, please pardon me
Margiela sheets ain't hard to sleep
Cartier lens, see perfectly
Sip too much of this lean
Hope I don't get seizures, down on my knees
Lately I've dreaming bout mercedes'
Got contagious flows like the AIDS
Pass my bro the stick like relay
Mama told me never lose faith
I got somethin you just can't replace
I'm stuck in my ways, I've been high for days
I got plenty of lean on the table
Sip till I'm faded, it's a cold Sunday
I wake up and I smoke me some reefer
Double cup and its full of the lean
Shortie said that she wish I could see her
Sorry baby, I'm chasing my dreams
I need the racks, I been fiending
Cause I fell in love with that green
I just like to chill on Sundays
And sip a pint of the lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
Double cup and its full of the lean
Shortie said that she wish I could see her
Sorry baby, I'm chasing my dreams
I need the racks, I been fiending
Cause I fell in love with that green
I just like to chill on Sundays
And sip a pint of the lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
Just say a prayer for me
I think I might die on this lean
These days I sip too much
I been a true wockhardt demon
Walk around with a sippy cup
I'm starting to feel like a kid
Yeah
Codeine in my arteries
I think my demons are starting to be a part of me
Fucking this bitch, it's the Odyssey
Excuse my french, please pardon me
Margiela sheets ain't hard to sleep
Cartier lens, see perfectly
Sip too much of this lean
Hope I don't get seizures, down on my knees
Lately I've dreaming bout mercedes'
Got contagious flows like the AIDS
Pass my bro the stick like relay
Mama told me never lose faith
I got somethin you just can't replace
I'm stuck in my ways, I've been high for days
I got plenty of lean on the table
Sip till I'm faded, it's a cold Sunday
I wake up and I smoke me some reefer
Double cup and its full of the lean
Shortie said that she wish I could see her
Sorry baby, I'm chasing my dreams
I need the racks, I been fiending
Cause I fell in love with that green
I just like to chill on Sundays
And sip a pint of the lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
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Writer(s): Ebanehita Aikhegbe, Yung Flavour
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