Sunday mornings suck
When your feeling blue
Something of my own
I don't wanna stay here with you
Fly me to the moon
Were my led bulb
Illuminate my views
You turned the power off
How'd it blow a fuse
What you do
What you doing
Broken heart club
Sit around drinking juice
I Wasn't your thing to just abuse
Wasn't cool
Sunday morning suck
When your feeling blue
Something of my own
I don't wanna stay here with you
Why we always running I don't wanna move
Fly me to the moon
I don't wanna stay here with you
She could call me when she wanna
I been dipping dipping out the bottle
She think that she's a model
Cause her man is the photographer
You made me sad and hollow
F*cking poor me something stronger
Was an SP3 production
Movie scenes were of bread and butter
I said honey
Where's my money
You laugh but shits not funny
Poured blood and sweat and tears into these hundreds
I'm stunning
Me and my homies coming
You thought we couldn't cut it
But now were coming
Sunday morning suck
When your feeling blue
Something of my own
I don't wanna stay here with you
Why we always running I don't wanna move
Fly me to the moon
I don't wanna stay here with you
You thought you could cut it you can't
I'm busy I'm out with my friends
No we don't drive in a Benz
Homies are loaded in chevys again
Find me out lost in a field
Rather love speed then assortments of pills
Anything substance related I crave
Even my love for this bitch didn't fade
Sunday morning suck
When your feeling blue
Something of my own
I don't wanna stay here with you
Fly me to the moon