Sunday Lyrics

Even though I'm Christian, I never go to church I knew what I was missing,

I never knew it's worth I wanted to believe, to have faith,

But I never practiced anyway, cause I'm lazy, you know why, cause I'm lazy

Never go to church on a Sunday, I didn't want to waste my time and pray

Will I go to heaven or will I go to hell?

Even though I'm a good person I can't tell

Will I meet the devil at the underground door

Will he bring me on a level where he want more

He wants more of my soul, he wants total control

He doesn't want to let go, old school evil retro

Bringing everyone along like the metro burn in the flames of hell like my last

Tinder match get the petrol, light it up like some kinder

Get a match then dispatch, to get some lindor

Man shut the door, tastes real good, muy bueno

Oi that is my fucking kinder bueno

Driving my red Subaru on a Sunday cruising in the front, pumping music all day

Cruise around town in my manual I'll be doing this yes well all annual

I think we should get more mutual let's cruise, make sure you read

Chapter 7 of my manual, I'm like Tom Cruise I have many rules, breaking more of my wheels

Traction, coming at ya loot mad subtraction

Damaging my engine, did I mention that you're driving?

Have you learned your lesson

Cause I won't be driving, I'll be vibing, no hiding, I'll be gliding

I do it for my family provided we be better than thee surviving

With good taste, fuck them drink piss If you hate, there is no debate

You wanna be my mate, that's all I gotta say driving around on a Sunday, having a fun day

Travelling the world, it's no matter unravelling your girl, tits on show, no flatter

Even if I'm getting fatter they call me crazy, they call me the mad hatter

Rolling around in my new Subaru hanging around with the boys in my crew

Pulled up to some gyals, asked her what was the sum of her nails

Asked her to exchange emails, she said she was dirty

So I asked her do we wanna leave them entrails

Third degree burns, moving like a slug I agree Mr Burns get the hounds to sniff out

Some plugs their bite is worse than their bark little pugs

They have good sights in the dark, no late night hugs

I'll be killing it with the R&B and the Afro-beats

Any beats, nobody can defeat when I cook up my good meat

Playing my songs in every street

Get off your ass and on your feet

Later on we can hit them fresh sheets next morning, wake up a mess sheesh

What day is it? It's still Sunday, holy shit eesh

Cause I won't be driving, I'll be vibing No hiding, I'll be gliding

I do it for my family, provided We be better than thee surviving

With good taste, fuck them drink piss If you hate, there is no debate

You wanna be my mate, that's all I gotta say driving around on a Sunday, having a fun day

Travelling the world, it's no matter unravelling your girl

Tits on show no flatter Even if I'm getting fatter

They call me crazy, they call me the mad hatter