SUNDAY BEST Lyrics

Bit the apple of the death

Battling a demon with a fraction of breath

Actually a person who can manage the stress

Tapping on the table while u practice ur set

Back to the moon with a glass of the red

Ask me to choose what we doin instead I said

True this the move with the mood of a keg

Losing myself inside a room in the bed

Don't get me started when I'm proving myself

I'm like my own biggest critic but the dude isn't frail

Just tryna show how I do it but i think i need more

Cuz my persona's the lucid one who keeping the score

This is mainly for me but if I'm keeping it honest

I need at least a few numbers whenever music dropping

The product of all my labor is prolly bout 20 plays

And at least like 10 of'em me

And the other half is still great

On the one hand wont get it

But then i still wont regret it

I'm glad I'm not indebted

Used to be fucking pathetic

Ain't no place to be headed

This establishing credit

Now I live like a tenant

Since I lost my old resi-dence

Sit stoic, fist holding

This bowl and piff rolling

Drip looking thrift store

And piss soaked in

Wrist broke in flick motions

Lit potent, if I drop I lived focused

With goals of sick flowing

His shoulders lift oceans

I don't do hooks, this bout how I can rhyme

Crowd around the boy because the talent divine

A thousand times over I sat down to design

And sure enough I'm still here, tryna better my lines

Fine,

Turn that phone on its side

Lemme get the bigger picture tryna know what I'm like

Coasting on a feeling holding on for my life

Cuz that feeling always fleeting fully focused on time

Fully focused in time

Looking in the rearview feels like a crime

Im tryna disappear but i know that ain't smart

Partly cuz I'm further in than I previously thought

What to do when u can't interfere

Finding it futile to plan ahead a whole year

I go with the flow but maybe thats to a fault

But its the only thing I'm finding giving purpose at all

The only thing I've known I felt good at truly

If it is or isn't so it don't look that grueling

Push that to me, what you feeling inside

Interested in unlocking the next phase of my mind

Whom i gonna be next

Never been a person who would make any threats

When it comes to this shit I'm tryna take away breath

Dressed up in sweats like my Sunday best