Sunday Lyrics

And on the 7th day we rest

So treat this music like a Sunday, and we gon' make it someday

Stare up to the sun rays, momma watched her son raised

Always near some gunplay, but not close enough to feel the fire from its drum blaze

No, we don't find inspiration, we go make it

We don't ask for permission, we go take it

I think it's finally clicking, everything is our creation

The good times, the bad ones, and more

The should I's, the can I's, and rise like before

I start to question our obsession with the struggle

Are these possessions more accepting than your troubles

Perfections overrated, progress is what you must do

We tend to say we hate it before we can say we love you

Cause Mondays and Tuesdays usually filled with pain

Wednesdays and Thursdays usually feel the same

Fridays and Saturdays I'm usually with the gang

But Sundays a different type of day

So treat this music like a Sunday, and we gon' make it someday

Stare up to the sun rays, momma watched her son raised

Always near some gunplay, but not close enough to feel the fire from its drum blaze

No, we don't find inspiration, we go make it

We don't ask for permission, we go take it

I think it's finally clicking, everything is our creation

The good times, the bad ones, and more

The should I's, the can I's, and rise like before

This the part where we're supposed to grow up

This the part we in the dark, but supposed to look up

This the part where acting hard make you easy to touch

This the part you lose it all if you get greedy too much

Cause Mondays and Tuesdays usually filled with pain

Wednesdays and Thursdays usually feel the same

Fridays and Saturdays I'm usually with the gang

But Sundays a different type of day

So treat this music like a Sunday, and we gon' make it someday

Stare up to the sun rays, momma watched her son raised

Always near some gunplay, but not close enough to feel the fire from its drum blaze

No, we don't find inspiration, we go make it

We don't ask for permission, we go take it

I think it's finally clicking, everything is our creation

The good times, the bad ones, and more

The should I's, the can I's, and rise like before