Sundays Aminé

[Intro: Aminé]
Yah-yah, yah-yah
Yah-yah, yah-yah
Whoa
Yah-yah, yah-yah
Yah-yah, yah-yah

[Verse 1: Aminé]
I woke up on this Sunday
With no motivation in my body
No, whoa, whoa, whoa
Phone drier than Mojave
Daddy diabetic, so he eat his pancakes with agave
Mama 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 at 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, whoa