Sunday Morning

(Verse 1)
The bells are calling
Inner temptation is stalling
Just give me a minute while I shit on these niggas
Drawing, farther but closer so father am I  eloped with each stroke
Am I really moving backwards if I break through each slope
Attempts to cope like fewer nuts ever helped before
What is there to wash away if I soak
Gotta drip for the homies ya know
Then split, figures why I never get too close
Days turn weeks, weeks turn month, month turn phase I like to tell myself
Quite convincing like college pussy when I just want my music on a shelf
Help? No
Need revolve around knees
And not the ones that ease
These seize, and snatch the easel with a lustful please
Then my picture drops flat on ears I hope to appease
Maybe it just take getting used to this speed

(Hook)
I can't feel nobody
When the day is done
I say fuck em proudly
Need more guidance spare me some
I can’t feel nobody
I can't feel nobody
I can't feel nobody
When the day is done

(Verse 2)
Not too much longer I swear
I smell pussy, I feel greed and resentment in the air
Clear, clarity tangible scarcity
Better me strip these fruits for celebrity
Strictly noosed just for others use of the recipe
Fair exchange for the lesser me
Left you this as the elegy
And elegant ass to kiss, sincerely
Cause patience only get you so far
Awards don’t win themselves
It take the dark to be a star
But it's worth it hopefully
From the bad bitches and money
To these horns provoking me
I'm in traffic with dirty facet
To mask it, five for elastic that should be placed in a basket
Still struggle to wrap my head around that
Or in fact the only time I'll be back is with this casket
It's tragic allure to stray with more traction
Stay true for fraction of what niggas relaxing are passing what's really the key to lasting?
Pretend it'll come quicker if I keep asking
The doors are closing, let's hope I make it through in this fashion