Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday's Best, artist - Black Milk.
Date of issue: 14.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sunday's Best |
Ayo, rise in the AM |
early morning laying, I just wanna stay in |
I just wanna lay in |
pops like «get your ass up, stop the faking» |
«We already late, and .» |
Sunday morning waking, faking like my stomach’s aching |
Moms pull out clothes just for Sunday’s best occasion |
Bowtie, no lie, church shoes was aching |
80-degree weather in a blazer, body blazing |
Already can’t wait until this day end |
Just a little nigga that would rather be home video-gaming |
Now we on our way in — deacon speaking |
Preacher preaching to that congregation, mason |
(mason… mason) |
Minds wandering off, not hearing that man of the cloth |
Talk about that man on the cross |
Now we back to praying |
Old ladies with church fans screaming out «amen» |
Looking at that painting on the stained glass |
Watching while that collection plate pass |
Tithes, offering, to me it’s all the same cash |
Fast forward, got older |
a younging that’s gone bad |
Let me rephrase that, a younging that went down that wrong path |
No matter how religious moms or pops was |
Still had encounters with the cops |
(I was young) |
Product of that environment I was in |
Once I left that front door, I could have been out of here |
Bullets flying is the norm, so most kids walk without a fear |
Friends dying is the norm, so they walk without a tear |
Rather tat it on their face — to who’s? |
Wait |
While the old head is yellin' «it's never too late» |
Too late, too late, too late, too late |
Too late, too late, too late, too late |
Too late, too late, too late, too late |
Too late, too late, too late, too late |
Too late, too late, too late, too late |
Too late, too late, too late, too late |