Sundays Lyrics

Sundays, ain't easy anymore

Good times, I wish we had some more

Oh no no no

Somehow, your time here got cut short

But I'll never stop putting on for you, no way, that's for sure

I'd say we miss you, but it's beyond that

I'm tryna fight this shit, but it's all bad

I gotta stay strong though for the young ones

And make sure they know who the fuckin GOAT was

Dear Xtra, God bless ya

Why we have to lose you, this shit's messed up

Out of all of us, swear you were the best one

You made me a better person no question

I played golf today with your brother

And I made a phone call to your mother

Just to check on her and tell her that I love her

I'll always be there for her the way you once were

I miss riding in the whip with you

Bumping that old school wiz with you

I guess I just felt like Izz with you, yeah

These days been difficult, yeah

But mama ain't raise no bitch, right?

I know we linking up again when it's time

But we wasn't supposed to lose you in this life

Everybody got a best friend, but I miss mine

Sundays, ain't easy anymore

Good times, I wish we had some more

Oh no no no

Somehow, your time here got cut short

But I'll never stop putting on for you, no way, that's for sure

It ain't easy living life without you now

But I know I gotta try and make you proud

Even in the best times it's hard to smile

But I know you're right above still looking down

I love you, X

Sundays, ain't easy anymore

Good times, I wish we had some more

Oh no no no

Somehow, your time here got cut short

But I'll never stop putting on for you, no way, that's for sure