sunday ft. Ibri

I'm chillin', chillin', I'm gettin' fried cause it's Sunday

We out of liquor, it's 5 o'clock and it's Sunday

I ain't stressin', count every blessing ' it's Sunday

Cause someday it could get worse, you could be buried on a Sunday

I'm lit, and I'm high as Orion

You square just like a scion, you a lemon not riding

You a griffin' like Brian, you ain't real you just lyin

Don't pretend we see through you like glass

Them excuses trash, i stay twisted like tax

So it's just a whole nother day for me