Sunday Lyrics

featuring Adrian Lau and Eddie B

(Verse)
I'm on a heavy guap search, fox furs, lobster
Ambitions of a mobster inspired by a pop verse
Thoughts like clockwork orange in the dark search
Sharp nerves to my brain and boy, am I a lot worse.
Drugs, they apparently want us to stop,
Carping out part, what the therapist thought it.
But it's cool, cause the school and the parents support him,
So we took a silver spoon and cook some heroine on ‘em.
Sky's the limit, but that's life after death,
To then we're just some blind mice in the labyrinth.
They wonder what's the smell, that's the Cali' stench,
Cause I be twisting Ls like the Ellen lounge.
I don't really give a fuck now,
I roll when down been off now,
Yo, I'm on the ground, I'm thinking background
Cause I like one soon as I touch down
My room throwing up with kush clouds,
I'm so wasteful, can't get enough pounds,
Smoking one off uptown in the bus round
And I'm zooded, still I continue to roll it
Less connection with the world, more connection with the soul.
More direction, leading the conception of the poem,
Such perfection, settle for no less that I'm owed
Sorry, karma, I mean, I'm sorry, mama,
I mean, I'm sorry father, almighty, don't bother
I got an Old Bible in my living room, parler I address it
As soon that shawty say that she don't wanna swallow.
I mean

Puffing on the shorm stick, watching how the stone flick,
Keep the chronic burning but burning just like a furnace.
Mama said I'm worthless cause I purchase too much angel dust
I don't give a fuck, cause all I wanna do is take a puff.
Save enough for later alligator, you know imma feed
If I get dehydrated I'll stuck it and imma mean
Up upon the scene with my team before my time is up
It's a guarantee that Eddie B will Amy Winehouse
Don't raise your eyebrows, you know I'm a basket case,
If I don't get a quick fix imma smash your face.
Moving out a faster phase, you rappers can't keep up with me,
I'm sniffing something white while you be sipping on a bubba leaf.
Buzzing like a bumble-bee, I'm higher, so you're under me
The brain is full with fuckery, that lame on living comfortably.
It's utterly ridiculous, but imma stay articulate,
Meticulous, playing with your bitch little clitoris.
How ill is this, everything I touch turns to extasy,
Dope roll speed is the motherfucking recipe.
The rest MC, Eddie B will take you to the maximum,
And if they've got a problem imma have to shove it acinoum.
Asking them why you starting drama with a veteran
I wrote he's been intelligent, grow up and take your medicine.
Your marijuana's Mexican, I rather pop some masculine.