Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Months That Begin on Sunday, artist - Daniel OG
Date of issue: 01.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Months That Begin on Sunday |
Book the rubber from wake and bake |
And where you share your take-home facts |
You want to burst the fall, when you burst the bubble |
On your favorite air max |
Smoke that gets a lot in your blind eyes |
When you go to damn |
I’m the art-block in your mind’s eye |
Ten toes and no plan |
I’m running so late that I may as well take time |
You don’t get your nickels in a twist |
When you’re making dollars and dimes |
In the dungeon so much, lately |
I’d say I’m under the weather |
Hear the new honey on the water |
Give me something to attend for |
Months that begin on Sunday |
Months that begin on Sunday |
Life never stops coming |
All over your intentions |
You make the beds, and do dishes |
Six months later, do it again |
The reason that we have words |
Is never to say what we think |
The reason that we have words |
Is to cleverly vow what we think |
Food options not saying much |
There’s grey shades to this stew |
Too often, too late comes 'round |
It’s way, way too soon |
Two, two gold rolexes |
A day date, and a new one |
A new view of an old problem |
And a new hatred of an old dawn |
Months that begin on Sunday |
Months that begin on Sunday |
(On Sunday) |
Five AM, and I’m lurkin' |
Mum said that I’m a burden |
I ain’t been at home and I ain’t going out |
I’m steady trying to write these verses |
I know they want to see me where my hearse is |
Because I figured out my purpose |
So many lies in the churches and it hurts us |
But we still go and worship |
Phones all tryin' to find service |
In the strip, lookin' for a party |
'Cause if life’s short I gotta live it |
Thought, I’d do anything but sniff charlie |
So Roc Boys don’t drip Bacardi |
My main be bad like Cardi |
Like Mike Skinner, I’m on the streets |
But I ain’t on anything nasty |
Oh wow |
Months that begin on Sunday |
Months that begin on Sunday |
Ships at a distance, can’t have |
Every man’s last wish on |
You only want it, before I get it |
And always after it’s gone |
Give me a bigger uh |
I’ll jakey your system up |
(Wisdom and rhythm, set) |