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Sundays

アーティスト:Aminé  アルバム:Good for You 

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Yah-yah, yah-yah Yah-yah, yah-yah Woah Yah-yah, yah-yah Yah-yah, yah-yah I woke up on this Sunday With no motivation in my body, no-woah-woah Phone drier than Mojave Daddy diabetic, so he eat his pancakes with agave Mamma headed to the church now And she left me at the house, she left me at the house Religious, but I'm lazy Naked like a nudist, Fruity Loops and Stanley Kubrick Peanut butter jelly, cousin bumping Makaveli Sipping Stellas with my fellas Bumping nothing but Fela Kuti Groupies say they wanna do me Truly, that feel like a blessing But finding one to love is getting harder every second Niggas would rather be single than see a wedding date Niggas will either end up in Heaven or at Kevin's gates I bench-press my problems like add another weight And act like it's alright when it's not, woah Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down And I feel like I'm bound to drown Jesus Christ, woah Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I'm forgiven Some days we get Sundays, but most days the rain comes down And I feel like I'm bound to drown Jesus Christ, woah Truth is my religion, my beliefs, and I'm forgiven I've been sipping red wine since a toddler Blood of Christ, sacrifice for


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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