sunday

I'm chillin', chillin', I'm gettin' fried cause it's Sunday We out of liquor, it's 5 o'clock and it's Sunday I ain't stressin', count every blessing ' it's Sunday Cause someday it could get worse, you could be buried on a Sunday I'm lit, and I'm high as Orion You square just like a scion, you a lemon not riding You a griffin' like Brian, you ain't real you just lyin Don't pretend we see through you like glass Them excuses trash, i stay twisted like tax So it's just a whole nother day for me I stay high oh so faithfully, my momma she just pray for me This world change me crazily, but I'm alive and thankfully I can touch a milli' before Monday on the evening And then Tuesday yeah I'm goin' in Wednesday I be turnin' up, Thursday we gon' eat again Friday we might lose it all, Saturday a big reminder That we just been through it all And then it's back to Sunday We've been livin' it up like all the week Grinding ' no days off, and no sleep I need a day off Yeah it's Sunday Yeah it's Sunday Yeah it's Sunday