Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday Sin, artist - Bernz. Album song See You On The Other Side, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Sunday Sin |
| I ain’t too cool to say I’m sorry |
| Too proud to dance at your party |
| Too good to sin on a Sunday |
| And we go up and down these peaks and valleys |
| From Miami out to Cali |
| Doing all the wrong things the right way |
| Heyyyyy! |
| Ohhhhh! |
| (x4) |
| Hey! |
| Last night I almost died, woke up on Sunday morning |
| Didn’t know where I was, and if I heard you calling |
| Maybe my soul departed soon as the party started |
| Dance with the fallen angels, drink with the local shaman |
| Ignored advice and guidance, and mixed with the outsiders |
| Stuck in the world between some spirits and the corporate buyers |
| Hope that they never find us, and can’t afford to promise |
| Eternal life to all us, and flicking off their alma matters |
| Ask me and I’ll jump to, come grab me and I’ll come through |
| Forgive me when I hurt you, and don’t judge me for my virtues |
| All of my issues are just fuel to spend my life out past my curfews |
| So I’m saving all my sins for a Sunday that I can work through |
| I ain’t too cool to say I’m sorry |
| Too proud to dance at your party |
| Too good to sin on a Sunday |
| And we go up and down these peaks and valleys |
| From Miami out to Cali |
| Doing all the wrong things the right way |
| Heyyyyy! |
| Ohhhhh! |
| (x4) |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| I’m a bad, bad boy |
| Never thought they would be loving the fat boy |
| But they had to employ me |
| Let the people enjoy me |
| Could’ve crumbled, said «Poor me» |
| Bitches never adored me |
| They ain’t stop shit |
| Let me sing to 'em a little bit like an option |
| Spit a winner in the middle of a map |
| And I’m trying to get the same thing as King James, stream same |
| See every time I leave, she let’s me go |
| And I gotta leave to get these hoes |
| They really wanna believe I’m at these hoes |
| Loving the way I’m sneaking at these shows |
| So let the church boy sing out |
| Trying to hang out |
| With no groupie hoes to bang out |
| Affiliated but I ain’t trying to pull my thing out |
| Out of town, out of bounds, so shots won’t ring out |
| Sorta like you bad at doin' good good, good at doing bad things |
| Puffin' on the loud, blowing smoke rings |
| We gon' be alright |
| Cause when the weekend comes, we doin' the same old shit tonight |
| I ain’t too cool to say I’m sorry |
| Too proud to dance at your party |
| Too good to sin on a Sunday |
| And we go up and down these peaks and valleys |
| From Miami out to Cali |
| Doing all the wrong things the right way |
| Heyyyyy! |
| Ohhhhh! |
| (x4) |
| Hey! |
| Strange Music! |