Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday , by - EarthGang. Song from the album Torba, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Spillage Village
Song language: English
Sunday |
| Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street |
| Run and tell the priest |
| Why you freaky than a beast? |
| Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street |
| Run and tell the priest |
| Why you freaky than a beast? |
| Reefer snatcher |
| Leave a sack of sticky sod in the corner |
| Pray to God momma smoke |
| She such a hard working woman |
| Pitbulls chase my father |
| Nightmares chase my uncle |
| White hairs every generation |
| Salt and peppered younger |
| Cotton mouth from adderall and small piñatas full of Indica |
| Light it up and pass it like a physical |
| Oh, I need some trim |
| I met a thicky finna hit her up and hopefully her phone don’t wake her nigga up |
| I’m the type of guy that hates when niggas tell the type of guy they is |
| Save it for your wife, my nig |
| I only think in hieroglyphs |
| The sound of lighter sparking make my heart as light as Michael’s kids |
| Often wonder if the dead still swap survival tips |
| OK, I hate the back and froth |
| We so Serena and Venus |
| Guess she just want the Marcus and Neiman’s |
| She wanna turn gay but can’t spell happiness without penis |
| Carpet munchy mommy |
| Roll up my weed with some tenderness |
| Pinch that bud, lil nug cost me a Benjamin |
| Nigga the plug in Europe pushing a pendleton |
| Oh god girl, you still with a damn Wimbledon |
| Stop playing, you know what I’m saying? |
| Just roll my grams |
| Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street |
| Run and tell the priest |
| Why you freaky than a beast? |
| Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street |
| Run and tell the priest |
| Why you freaky than a beast? |
| Don’t let them in the living room |
| They gone see my baby pictures |
| Give Nana 50 kisses when you get this |
| Tell her I really miss her |
| Might not make it home this Christmas |
| Can I make it on somebody’s Wishlist? |
| I can make it on somebody’s Wishlist? |
| Why are you all alone amongst the fixings? |
| Fix your face before they get it |
| Stop your knees from shaking and spinning |
| Shadows sprinting across the kitchen |
| Terrified of my latest visions |
| I got them burglar bars put in last night |
| I’m taking precautions |
| Can’t take no close calls on my cellular phone device |
| The devil wrapped all over me twice |
| Can’t scratch the surface now |
| I’m out in all the wrong places |
| Lifting up skirts and searching for insight |
| I’m stumbling following 3 mice |
| One said you get out what you put in |
| So if you fall in mid flight, don’t you try and fault the mid wife |
| That Oxygen get in you ad now your head getting light |
| I’d rather save a sinner, than save a hoe any night |
| Suggest you pack your wings tight |
| Your emergency piece |
| I, I mean whatever you might need to travel, including light |
| Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street |
| Run and tell the priest |
| Why you freaky than a beast? |
| Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street |
| Run and tell the priest |
| Why you freaky than a beast? |