Sunday Best

[Chorus]
Gotta dress the best, no I cannot stress, I got way too much
I keep rolling blunts, I keep smoking runts
Getting hit in the gut, I can take a punch

[Verse]
I'm so into you, you so into me, we can't be together, that shit killing me
Way too much up in my head
Tell me how a dead mans supposed to go and get this bread
I want the smackaroons then send me to my tomb
Walk me to the gallows, walk me to my doom
I've been alone since forever, you call my phone like whenever
I'll make time for you, I don't got it but I'll make it
That's how much I care for you
It''s gonna bite mе in my ass I know these feelings will not last
Pleasе just leave me in the past, I'm not worth it, are you learning
From my last, nevermind your driving blind with you foot tied to the gas, oh

[Chorus]
Gotta dress the best, no I cannot stress, I got way too much
I keep rolling blunts, I keep smoking runts
Getting hit in the gut, I can take a punch