Sunday (Explicit)

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Chorus:

I think it, then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday

Verse 1 (lordkez)

Posted at the corner shop in the week

You would play my favourite song on repeat Feeling like the only one that I need

Now I got the world down at my feet

Feeling like you’re the main reason Cut all my ends now they even Name in my prayers I’m believing Believing

After you said you were leaving All along boy you was creeping You were creepin'

On your knees you pleading like it’s Sunday

I paint my lines in seven different colours like it’s Sunday I hear the preacher on Sunday

He said that hear these words that I say

Chorus:

I think it, then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday

Verse 2 (Priddy Ugly)

Sing it on a Sunday

Sun baked

Faded while I blaze on a page of this gum haze

Thanking the lord for his grace, it is amaze

Craving for the plates that my mum made

Some days,

Dad would go to work, he was unpaid

Unsafe,

So he would keep a bible by his gun safe

** laced,

The neighbourhood we lived in was gun plagued

Runway,

Nigg*s pulling triggers on fun day

There’s a one way ticket out the hood, I hope your mum prayed Unscathed,

Notice I’m the light that the sun raised

Unfazed,

Knew I’d be the man from a young age

F*ck sakes,

Mankind started off as one race,

F*ckface,

In one take, made it on the front page

Every Sunday, Granny wants a lunch date

Every Monday, thinking ‘bout my Sundays

I’m dumb baked, faded while the blunt blaze

Sunday

Chorus:

I think it, then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday

Verse 3 (J.Tek)

Leave the house meet my dawgs down the street Watch your back cause there’s niggas on the creep P.G. County that’s just what’s inside of me

Tryning to see cash like that game monopoly

From the jump we been all about the business Ain’t talking cash then we probably wouldn’t listen Flow crystal clear like that 20/20 vision

I pray they let my dawg out of prison

Smoke in the air then I clear it They tryning f*ck with my spirit You drop a song I won’t hear it You drop a diss I won’t fear it Cause I’m on my vibe

I’m at an all time high

If I could I would just fly But for now let’s take a ride Alright

Chorus:

I think it, then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday I think it then then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it on a

I think it then I feel it and I sing it on a Sunday