Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lady Sunday, artist - Sam Lachow
Date of issue: 30.09.2020
Song language: English
Lady Sunday |
Lady Sunday |
You’ve been hiding and I’ve been tryna find you |
Is there some way that I could get a hold of you |
You’re right around the corner from the week- end |
Warriors They wouldn’t settle down |
And I just might |
Go up to your door and play ding dong ditch right now |
(Sam Lachow): |
Woop-dee-woo, Huckleberry |
Huckle-who? |
Huckleberry how the hell you’d end up at the Muckleshoot |
Probably the jungle juice |
The fuck was he thinking? |
I woke up achey and shakey |
With bloody knuckles and hickeys |
(HEY!) |
A couple black eyes |
Scroll on my story to find out what had transpired |
What went wrong? |
How did I become chastised |
And I want to point (?) At the sun in my cracked blinds |
And she could be the everything I hoped for |
Deliver me the remedies, I’ll never leave my sofa |
My buzzer might be broken, just go in the door is open |
I’m sorry, I know I told ya |
That tomorrow I’d be sober baby |
(Dave B): |
Lady Sunday |
You’ve been hiding and I’ve been tryna find you |
Is there some way that I could get a hold of you |
You’re right around the corner from the weekend |
(?) They wouldn’t settle down |
And I just might |
Go up to your door and play ding dong ditch right now |
(Sam Lachow): |
What’s poppin? |
I’m at the bus stop and |
In need of something stronger than my morning cup of coffee |
I must’ve got off at the casino |
Infront of people I woke up in my (?) |
I’ll be off to find a cheque |
Monday had it’s hands around my neck |
Elec--tricity make me give up (?) |
Toxic calendars as reminders |
I kinda |
(Sam Lachow & Dave B): |
Wanna be the sun inside your window |
Peeking through the cracks onto your mattress and your pillow |
Were not allowed to offer no probiotics or coffee |
But what I got you can get from nobody else inside your bedroom |
(Sam Lachow): |
And not a whole lots changed since the first verse |
I was up to see people jogging and birds chirp |
And all the judgey eyes running by blank |
I’m right up on the brink |
Looking for Lady Sunday |
Like |
I was up |
(Dave B): |
Lady Sunday |
You’ve been hiding and I’ve been tryna find you |
Is there some way that I could get a hold of you |
You’re right around the corner from the weekend |
(?) They wouldn’t settle down |
And I just might |
Go up to your door and play ding dong ditch right now |
Baby I’ve been thinking bout you lately |
(?) I can party like I could at 18 |
I can handle liqour like I could at 21 |
But some things never change |