Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sundays, artist - Aminé. Album song Good For You, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: CLBN
Song language: English
Sundays |
| Yah-yah, yah-yah |
| Yah-yah, yah-yah |
| Woah |
| Yah-yah, yah-yah |
| Yah-yah, yah-yah |
| I woke up on this Sunday |
| With no motivation in my body, no-woah-woah |
| Phone drier than Mojave |
| Daddy diabetic, so he eat his pancakes with agave |
| Mommy headed to the church now |
| And she left me at the house, she left me at the house |
| Religious, but I’m lazy |
| Naked like a nudist, Fruity Loops and Stanley Kubrick |
| Peanut butter jelly, cousin bumping Makaveli |
| Sipping Stellas with my fellas |
| Bumping nothing but Fela Kuti |
| Groupies say they wanna do me |
| Truly, that feel like a blessing |
| But finding one to love is getting harder every second |
| Niggas would rather be single than see a wedding date |
| Niggas will either end up in Heaven or at Kevin’s gates |
| I bench-press my problems like add another weight |
| And act like it’s alright when it’s not, woah |
| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down |
| And I feel like I’m bound to drown |
| Jesus Christ, woah |
| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven |
| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down |
| And I feel like I’m bound to drown |
| Jesus Christ, woah |
| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven |
| I’ve been sipping red wine since a toddler |
| Blood of Christ, sacrifice for my Father |
| My daddy love me and hate me like Mr. Focker |
| My sister happy that I can afford Supreme |
| Mama called, she said |
| «Don't worry 'bout me baby, get your problems solved» |
| I told her, «Ask me for whatever, whenever you want |
| I just went double platinum» |
| Mama say my health is more important than my album |
| I’m not loud, I’m Ethiopian roudy |
| Send my parents to Maui, now they skin look like a brownie |
| Yo-Yo see me grind, Dimitrius say he proud |
| My niggas lift me up, whenever I’m 'bout to drown |
| Fuck a Monday, I love my Sundays |
| I head to Costco, and get a smoothie |
| Mama say count your blessings |
| So I did, and now I realize who I am and who I’m not, woah |
| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down |
| And I feel like I’m bound to drown |
| Jesus Christ, woah |
| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven |
| Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down |
| And I feel like I’m bound to drown |
| Jesus Christ, woah |
| Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I’m forgiven |
| Woah |
| Sunday |
| Don’t let him die |
| Don’t let him die |
| Don’t let him die |
| Don’t let him die |