Sunday Shoes Lyrics

Nothing but Summer Breeze

We got to kicking and laughing

I'm suddenly acting like I know what's good for me

Connecting and rattling bones

Walk around naked at home

We hit the bed and recycle those moments

That you never seem to let go

Remember that time out in Nice?

Those nights when we biked in the streets

That small BnB no AC

Got us covering windows with shirts and our sheets

How long we really gonna be here?

How long we gonna do this?

I can't tell

Holding you close

Cigarettes when we cannot fall asleep

Windows through those walls

If it's love

If it's love

If it's

Safety and good divine

I think I've been dreaming

Life like this for no reason

Show me what you really think 'cause

I can barely hold my blink when I'm looking at you

Safe to say we made it here

Lots of people out here fighting fear

(Fuck those niggas!)

Then you thought we were kids

Now we grow up and you gotta follow this

Ain't no stress when you skip that 9 to 5

Baby come and see how we ride or die

Play that shit that makes you come alive

Blast one up and smoke till the sun pass by

Marijuana smoke seep in the car

She tell her momma that I got a job

I pay for food eat the pussy a lot

She got a couple good jokes

But I ain't too typical

Laughing at miracles

Oh my goddess

'Cause this is the life I used to see when I was a kid

Bald little nigga just raiding the fridge

Posters and boogers my momma would flip

It's beautiful how we so close

My aunties sisters brag about me most

I heard you come from the sticks?

She got a lot of that wit

And I got a lot of this dick

Sunday shoes always clean

Show ya how you're supposed to see

Haven't seen you all week

I know that you gotta work on the weekends

I miss the days when we could sleep in

We were free then

Alive in these moments it's harder to tell

Sunday to Sunday with someone who's real

Sunday with somebody I wanna help—

Momma my sisters and my niggas

God damn

Shit

Well

You got a lot on your mind stressing yourself out just tryna provide

No room for error when you're all alone

You took care of everyone at home

Something is changing

Youngest in my family momma's praying

PK used to tell me "Keep on chasing"

Sunday shoes but we cannot replace them