Sundays

Wake up in the morning 

I'm still tryna get my shit back 

Listening to niggas that ain't spit man they shit whack

Lying on the floor with pen that's my attack

Ain't no 45 but I still gon give you that smack 

A nice remedy 

For all you bitches that keep on trying me 

I ain't saying names no publicity 

So you can hide your smile behind hide your teeth

And keep your fake remorse

I know it hurts you when you see me go

All the places you ain't ever been before