Sunday Morning

[Verse 1: Pedro Frausto]
It was all a dream
Could foresee, what was never meant to be foreseen at the age of fourteen
Got me thinking
Pushing ambition, no time for the intermission
Visualize the vision, my position as a hit musician
Understand that I'm growing up (uh)
Peep the highlights, understand that I'm glowing up
Put in between the schemes n the dreams
Heard my lyrics were the bomb
So understand that I'm blowing up
Don't plan on living life behind bars
Rhyme time, my prime, 1999 car
Picture the perfect, conquer anything I'm against
Living how I see it, past this brown wooden fence
Thinking past tense, never get this to commence
Never made sense how Migos made cents but since
It seems to work though my vision sees differently
Haven't made dollars, but you'll still get the best of me
Regular thoughts deep in my conscious
Past the anxiety induced regular nonsense
(Could you feel me?)
Look into my book, leap of faith in which I took
Now I got connects from the U.K. to the Brooke
They ask me where you wanna go P
Who you wanna be
Living stress free
Most important happy
Thinking like this from the time y'all be yawning
My exact thoughts like these, on a Sunday Morning

[Chorus: Godson]
As I wake up Sunday morning courtin danger 24/7
Walking through the valley of death with the angels smiling
No harm shall come my way, no harm shall come my way
Raise your fingers to the sky if you hear me sing
I'm a boss I'm a motherfucking genius
Don't waste no time I call you back when it's convenient
Easy like Sunday morning monster killer you can call me Tommy, Power ranger

[Verse 2: Pedro Frausto]
It was all a dream
Dream, for the team to succeed
Seems obscene for the teens in my scene (would you believe me?)
Making a move I was the dude with the good plan
Tryna make it good in life to get the fam out the hood and
Keeping it stress free, for moms that's how it best be
Thinking of palm trees
The calm and the debt free
Selling tees, money bags, come up on a profit
Walking on thin ice, as thin as my pockets
The more that the clock ticks
The more obligated I feel to drop to this
Put that on my list
The risk on my wrist
The power in my fist
Oh the best of both is the feeling of my shit
My standard logic, never gonna stop till the day that I quit
But that ain't my shit
Thinking like this from the time y'all be yawning
My exact thoughts like these every Sunday Morning

[Chorus: Godson]
As I wake up Sunday morning courtin danger 24/7
Walking through the valley of death with the angels smiling
No harm shall come my way, no harm shall come my way
Raise your fingers to the sky if you hear me sing
I'm a boss I'm a motherfucking genius
Don't waste no time I call you back when it's convenient
Easy like Sunday morning monster killer you can call me Tommy, Power ranger

[Outro: Godson]
Come and get washed away by the ocean breeze
Feel the waves barely touch me like a feather
I feel under the weather
Hiding under the covers
With my headset full volume
Inject the mind with good rhythm
Sterilize the poison
Poison (x4)