Fun Days
Ain't no desire, till you know, moments that linger, with you
Makes you go higher, for me
Makes me desire your soul
Take it from a laid back fool, making same mistakes at school
But on Sunday night, I remember what I had to choose
I thought about my vices, they righteous, the drinking and the calling you on late nights too
Thought about the night shifts, I write it, in my memories, it's something new
I think about the hole, I had to shovel keeping me alone
And here I lay on Sunday, the fun day, had to be postponed
It was Friday night, the sunset bright, there was something that I had to do
I bought some blue bud light, drove my ride, had to meet up with the crew
Ended up surviving, vibing, feeling like a couple more would make me groove
Phone was on silence, I liked it, turning off the news
Right until I sat back down on the couch, feeling like the world was turning in my head
Back into the same old route, I took myself by the hand that guided me to bed
I thought about my vices, they righteous, the drinking and the calling you on late nights too
Thought about the night shifts, I write it, in my memories, it's something new
I think about the hole, I had to shovel keeping me alone
And here I lay on Sunday, the fun day, had to be postponed
Makes you go higher, for me
Makes me desire your soul
Take it from a laid back fool, making same mistakes at school
But on Sunday night, I remember what I had to choose
I thought about my vices, they righteous, the drinking and the calling you on late nights too
Thought about the night shifts, I write it, in my memories, it's something new
I think about the hole, I had to shovel keeping me alone
And here I lay on Sunday, the fun day, had to be postponed
It was Friday night, the sunset bright, there was something that I had to do
I bought some blue bud light, drove my ride, had to meet up with the crew
Ended up surviving, vibing, feeling like a couple more would make me groove
Phone was on silence, I liked it, turning off the news
Right until I sat back down on the couch, feeling like the world was turning in my head
Back into the same old route, I took myself by the hand that guided me to bed
I thought about my vices, they righteous, the drinking and the calling you on late nights too
Thought about the night shifts, I write it, in my memories, it's something new
I think about the hole, I had to shovel keeping me alone
And here I lay on Sunday, the fun day, had to be postponed
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Writer(s): Olivier Monaghan-cossette
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