| Yah-yah, yah-yah
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| Yah-yah, yah-yah
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| Woah
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| Yah-yah, yah-yah
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| Yah-yah, yah-yah
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| I woke up on this Sunday
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| With no motivation in my body, no-woah-woah
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| Phone drier than Mojave
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| Daddy diabetic, so he eat his pancakes with agave
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| Mommy headed to the church now
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| And she left me at the house, she left me at the house
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| Religious, but I’m lazy
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| Naked like a nudist, Fruity Loops and Stanley Kubrick
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| Peanut butter jelly, cousin bumping Makaveli
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| Sipping Stellas with my fellas
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| Bumping nothing but Fela Kuti
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| Groupies say they wanna do me
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| Truly, that feel like a blessing
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| But finding one to love is getting harder every second
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| Niggas would rather be single than see a wedding date
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| Niggas will either end up in Heaven or at Kevin’s gates
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| I bench-press my problems like add another weight
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| And act like it’s alright when it’s not, woah
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| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down
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| And I feel like I’m bound to drown
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| Jesus Christ, woah
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| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven
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| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down
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| And I feel like I’m bound to drown
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| Jesus Christ, woah
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| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven
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| I’ve been sipping red wine since a toddler
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| Blood of Christ, sacrifice for my Father
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| My daddy love me and hate me like Mr. Focker
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| My sister happy that I can afford Supreme
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| Mama called, she said
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| «Don't worry 'bout me baby, get your problems solved»
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| I told her, «Ask me for whatever, whenever you want
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| I just went double platinum»
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| Mama say my health is more important than my album
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| I’m not loud, I’m Ethiopian roudy
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| Send my parents to Maui, now they skin look like a brownie
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| Yo-Yo see me grind, Dimitrius say he proud
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| My niggas lift me up, whenever I’m 'bout to drown
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| Fuck a Monday, I love my Sundays
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| I head to Costco, and get a smoothie
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| Mama say count your blessings
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| So I did, and now I realize who I am and who I’m not, woah
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| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down
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| And I feel like I’m bound to drown
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| Jesus Christ, woah
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| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven
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| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down
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| And I feel like I’m bound to drown
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| Jesus Christ, woah
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| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven
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| Woah
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| Sunday
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| Don’t let him die
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| Don’t let him die
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| Don’t let him die
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| Don’t let him die |