Sunday

(Maybe like a, like a twelve, or an eight)
(Be the nasty anytime you want)
(No I can't)
(Yes, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, can, can)

This is a song
That was written (pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street)
For all intents and purposes (run and tell the priest)
To intensify your purpose (why you freaky than a beast)

Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street (alright)
Run and tell the priest (let's, let's do this, smoke around)
Why you freaky than a beast

Reefer snatcher
Leave a sack of sticky sod in the corner
Pray to God Momma smoke
She such a hard working woman

Pitbulls chase my father
Nightmares chase my uncle
White hairs every generation
Salt and peppered younger

Cotton mouth from Adderall
And small piñatas full of Indica
Light it up and pass it like a physical

Ooh, I need some trim
I met a thicky, finna hit her up
And hopefully her phone don't wake her nigga up

I'm the type of guy that hate when niggas tell the type of guy they is
Save it for your wife, my nig
I only think in hieroglyphs
The sound of lighter sparking make my heart as light as Michael's kids
Often wonder if the dead still swap survival tips

Ok, I hate the back and forth
We so Serena and Venus
Guess she just want the Marcus and Neiman's

She wanna turn gay but can't spell happiness without penis
Carpet munchy mommy
Roll up my weed with some tenderness
Pinch that bud, lil' nug cost me a Benjamin

Nigga, the plug in Europe pushing a Pembleton
Oh God, girl, you still with the damn Wimbledon?
Stop playing, you know what I'm saying?
Just roll my grams

(No I can't)
(Yes, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, can, can)
Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest why you freaky than a beast
Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest why you freaky than a beast

Don't let them in the living room
They gone see my baby pictures
Give Nana 50 kisses when you get this
Tell her I really miss her

Might not make it home this Christmas
Can I make it on somebody's wishlist?
I can make it on somebody's wishlist
Why are you all alone amongst them vixens?

Fix your face before they get it
Stop your knees from shaking and spinning
Shadows sprinting across the kitchen
Terrified of my latest visions

I got them burglar bars put in last night
I'm taking precautions
Can't take no close calls on my cellular phone device

The devil wrapped all over me twice
Can't scratch the surface
Now I'm out in all the wrong places
Lifting up skirts and searching for insight

I'm stumbling following three mice
One said you get out what you put in
So if you fall in midflight, don't you try and fault the mid wife
That oxygen get in you, and now your head getting light

I'd rather save a sinner, than save a hoe any night
Suggest you pack your wings tight
Your emergency piece, I
I mean whatever you might need to travel, including light

Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest why you freaky than a beast
Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest why you freaky than a beast

Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest why you freaky than a beast
Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest why you freaky than a beast

Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest why you...