
Sunday Felly
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[Introduction]
Don't get ahead of yourself
You know how things stay sometimes
So don't go hurting yourself
You only trapped in your mind (That's right)
We've got a story to tell
Just have it written on the lines
Don't say that nothing will help
Sometimes I cry (yeah), I cry (yeah), I cry, I cry
[Verse 1]
Got a world full of hurt waitin' outside
And it's waitin' on me
Feel the burn as I wait 'til the outcry
Not to mention the heat
Live again in the shoes of a black mind, it can't happen to me
Look around for the truth, it's an out lie
And that fuck up my peace
I got friends who famous, I got friends who ain't, shit
I got girls with grudges who still won't say shit
I know some white folks who ain't keen on changin'
Summon God home as the sun on vacation
Don't take too long, cause we'll be here waitin'
Started feelin' guilty when I felt amazin'
If I'm part of the problem, then it's complicated
If I could point a finger, it'd probably be at Satan
Or whoever raised them but, me
But we like impatience
Summer's gone and I miss the fragrance
They sellin' souls just to get on playlists
Have you heard the news, I ain't caught the latest, no
Don't get ahead of yourself
You know how things stay sometimes
So don't go hurting yourself
You only trapped in your mind (That's right)
We've got a story to tell
Just have it written on the lines
Don't say that nothing will help
Sometimes I cry (yeah), I cry (yeah), I cry, I cry
[Verse 1]
Got a world full of hurt waitin' outside
And it's waitin' on me
Feel the burn as I wait 'til the outcry
Not to mention the heat
Live again in the shoes of a black mind, it can't happen to me
Look around for the truth, it's an out lie
And that fuck up my peace
I got friends who famous, I got friends who ain't, shit
I got girls with grudges who still won't say shit
I know some white folks who ain't keen on changin'
Summon God home as the sun on vacation
Don't take too long, cause we'll be here waitin'
Started feelin' guilty when I felt amazin'
If I'm part of the problem, then it's complicated
If I could point a finger, it'd probably be at Satan
Or whoever raised them but, me
But we like impatience
Summer's gone and I miss the fragrance
They sellin' souls just to get on playlists
Have you heard the news, I ain't caught the latest, no
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