Sundays

Yeah (7x)

I Use to roll the wood before church
Coming through the doors with whiff' on me
Try to pay attention to the word
Thinking bout a meal I was too hungry
Yeah I’m the center of attention
Hoping that the pastor do not call on me
All this sweat up on me got me itchin'
My smell might knock out the First Lady

Oh god

I ain’t the only one going through it, so stop
Stressing rather put it in my music, soul hop
Between paying bills and the BS at my job
I deserve a puff or two I might just hot box

Okay, Okay, Okay, alright fine
Ima put it out and drink some wine
Sunday’s aren’t as fun as they use to be

Use to be the one they call the angel
I still got my wings, I just dip it in some buffalo
Every now and then I be faithful
My trust been eff up, since they switched on me

Damn, homies
Sunday’s aren’t as loyal as they seem to be
Amen
Sunday’s aren’t as, aye