SUNDAY TO SUNDAY

[Intro: Malcolm West]
You need a tutor
I’m from the teacher
With a medulla
Speak from the eater
Student on days that end with Y
Student on days that end with Y
Here from the generation called Y
Ye told me how to touch the sky

[Verse 1: Malcolm West]
Watching that bad boy fly
Watching him live out his dreams
Watching him get what he say
Lettin him get what he play
Let him just play in his thing
Let him just play the strings
Let him just find a tune
Let him just make a mistake
Watch him just make it all right
He’s no good he’s great
Let him just draw it in white
Nah ima just draw it in black
Nah ima just draw it in you
Nah ima just draw it in me
Fuck it i’ll draw with the truth
Fuck it i’ll draw in belief

Keepin it real from Sunday to Sunday
Been keepin it real from Sunday to Sunday

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Mmm
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Yeah

[Outro: Malcolm West]
Really just killing the tone
You should just leave it alone
No sleepin, No creepin, No network
Don’t worry about even hitting my phone
Hit me once straight dial tone
Yeah
Oooooh
Nothin bout me baby regular
Gettin better still don’t know no better
Gettin better still don't know no better
Keepin it real from Sunday to Sunday
Been keeping it real from Sunday to Sunday