paroles de chanson Sunday Mornin' - TFR Natu

It's Sunday in the morning two days after my tape drop
I talk about you in my songs but I don't ever name drop
Money is the root of all evil that's why I hate guap
And brodie caught a case and I'm just happy he ain't get locked
And it's a lotta shit that I did, happy I ain't get caught
And I know your feelings bagged up but it's clear just like a Ziploc
And Brodie off a Percocet he crying tears he like oh bra you bouta take off

Lotta niggas talking they like natu that boy taking off
And now I'm on my way to church so I can go and pray to god
And I just took a L I had to shake it off and play it off
And I got a lot on my mind that's why I keep on dazing off
I told myself that I would stop smoking that gas but I keep getting gone
It's a lotta niggas hating on me but I don't hate on y'all
It ain't a single bone inside of my body that got hate at all
Cause right now I'm finna go to church I really gotta pray to god

Cause I can't take it for granted I been blessed and I don't pray at all
The twins and dagmawi and eyo I ain't ever play bout y'all
And they all know they my dawgs man they mothers like my fucking mother
And Abeezy know we locked in man that nigga like my fucking brother
And Jordan and fob they support me like no fucking other
(They support like no fucking other)

Lotta niggas talking they like natu that boy taking off
And now I'm on my way to church so I can go and pray to god
And I just took a L I had to shake it off and play it off
And I got a lot on my mind that's why I keep on dazing off
I told myself that I would stop smoking that gas but I keep getting gone
It's a lotta niggas hating on me but I don't hate on y'all
If ain't a single bone inside of my body that got hate at all
Cause right now I'm finna go to church I really gotta pray to god

Oh it's Sunday in the morning two days after my tape drop
I talk about you in my songs but I don't ever name drop
Money is the root of all evil that's why I hate guap
And brodie caught a case and I'm just happy he ain't get locked
And it's a lotta shit that I did, happy I ain't get caught
And I know your feelings bagged up but it's clear just like a ziploc
And Brodie off a Percocet he crying tears he like oh bra you bouta take off