Sundays,
yo, yo
Sundays, taking trains, one way, * change
Nowhere in particular,
just wishing for some rain
Those offense was box and bow, walkabout
Homie stays down the street,
see what he talking about
Court I'm walking now,
heading downtown,
walk a couple blocks
Then he hits me with the pounds,
see around,
got lucky
I * with him,
but I don't wanna be stuck with him
Two minutes at the bar, I had enough of him
It's 3.30,
martini dirty Day after,
we were drinking hella early
The day already blurry, where were we?
Old girlie came from Jersey We cruising the streets,
shooting the breeze
Knees touching on the subway squeeze We on a journey,
I guess you could say
Don't know where,
I don't care Not today,
it's okay,
waste the day away
It's a Sunday,
sitting in the park How the hell it get dark already?
We use 10% of our brains and 8% of our
hearts Times infinite is the earth,
moon,
the stars
Here for millions,
we'll only see the tiniest parts And then our sparks blown out,
blown out And that's what I'm thinking about when I'm zoning out
Staton Ferry hanging off the side Thinking how all the lovers died
All that soul is still * up inside Whitney ain't make 50,
the * hit me So what I'm thinking when you looking
at me wondering where is he Guess we must believe
in the afterlife or we be more busy I go high,
get dizzy and fall back In a sense,
and I lose momentum,
not what you call that Self-sabotage,
got something against success
I'm a flash,
like if I drop my guard it all might
fly apart So I pick the wild card,
guess I like life hard Kinda story that'll
make you say my God Sleeping on myself,
it's wasting my life away Like a Sunday,
sitting in the park How the hell it get dark already?
It's a Sunday
You never know where it's gonna go
You never know where any of them gonna go
Yo,
this is what happens while you're making plans
But imagine if everything went the way you planned
Be a weird world,
that * don't make a man A being with limitless means
A screen in our head that plays scenes
from our dreams And what surrounds,
is what them same dreams look like on the ground
Cause if it was meant to be,
it'd be here by now Hope I'm wrong,
world,
come on,
don't let me down
A lot of mine ain't turn out how I expected Not in control,
don't know what I expected
Not in control,
I just gotta accept it But ain't figured that part out,
that's some next *
A day of surprises, what a Sunday