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Sundown! Video (MV)




Performed By: Zion Garcia
Length: 4:09
Written by: Chante Garcia, Zion Garcia




Zion Garcia - Sundown! Lyrics




Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Aye
Coast to coast
I ain't no joke
My brother I'm broke tho

Go check my status young brother
I probably look like a hoax though

27, Woo! 59
Living amongst a new gang environment
I ain't surrounding it
Trust me I'm staying alive

Wait, knock on wood though
I know shit ain't guaranteed
If it ain't money they want or your shoes
My brother they jumping you cause they in need

Of a certain person
F*ck it ain't worth it
I got jumped by the insurgents
They ain't perfect
They just feeling worthless
Insecurities a mean ass

Killer, dilla beats
The only thing I need
Rap on the trap every once and while though
So I can rake in the moodier greens aye,

Take time, do your dirty work
But one day you should quit
Cause on the other side
Of your f*cking pride
Is the neutral and we getting sick

Of all of your shit
You just kids to us
We through with all of your
Angel dust

Only way I wanna get high
Is with my wings
No ding dong ditching

Ping pong breaking fall
Snitching bitch literally are you so crazy?
Hang on the other side
Of the 59
Man I promise you
You'll respect ladies again, aye!

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Stuck in that place that we call
H-elmentary, brother my sanity
Fading away every time that I open my eyes
And head straight for the enemies face

Teachers man they gotta know where
They place
They don't get paid enough
We ain't to blame tho

Is it their fault they the scapegoat?
Nah, my brother, they lame though

Like
All they be doing is spending time threatening the scores and the spots

Yelling at who is a thot
Treating us like we belong in the cot
F*ck it they may as well become the cops
Chuck us in juvenile prison with dirty bum
Sinners and crinkle cut dinners with salt and no spinach man f*ck it bro
I wouldn't finish or make it out

How many people know principles
Is it my fault that I'm burning out
Brother I'm stressing forever now
Living endeavour so we go eat out

Look at my strip
Look at my dab, look at my jive
Man I wish momma and dad would just let me go work cause I really would love having jobs

Helping provide for momma
Building up getting my dollars
Helping expand for the commas
Saving my words for no drama

Expect the hearse it's so common
F*ck all my school teachers dramas
I'm trying to get the f*ck outta here
Take baby mama here, chill in Bahamas
Man f*ck all the karma

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...
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Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Aye
Coast to coast
I ain't no joke
My brother I'm broke tho

Go check my status young brother
I probably look like a hoax though

27, Woo! 59
Living amongst a new gang environment
I ain't surrounding it
Trust me I'm staying alive

Wait, knock on wood though
I know shit ain't guaranteed
If it ain't money they want or your shoes
My brother they jumping you cause they in need

Of a certain person
F*ck it ain't worth it
I got jumped by the insurgents
They ain't perfect
They just feeling worthless
Insecurities a mean ass

Killer, dilla beats
The only thing I need
Rap on the trap every once and while though
So I can rake in the moodier greens aye,

Take time, do your dirty work
But one day you should quit
Cause on the other side
Of your f*cking pride
Is the neutral and we getting sick

Of all of your shit
You just kids to us
We through with all of your
Angel dust

Only way I wanna get high
Is with my wings
No ding dong ditching

Ping pong breaking fall
Snitching bitch literally are you so crazy?
Hang on the other side
Of the 59
Man I promise you
You'll respect ladies again, aye!

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Stuck in that place that we call
H-elmentary, brother my sanity
Fading away every time that I open my eyes
And head straight for the enemies face

Teachers man they gotta know where
They place
They don't get paid enough
We ain't to blame tho

Is it their fault they the scapegoat?
Nah, my brother, they lame though

Like
All they be doing is spending time threatening the scores and the spots

Yelling at who is a thot
Treating us like we belong in the cot
F*ck it they may as well become the cops
Chuck us in juvenile prison with dirty bum
Sinners and crinkle cut dinners with salt and no spinach man f*ck it bro
I wouldn't finish or make it out

How many people know principles
Is it my fault that I'm burning out
Brother I'm stressing forever now
Living endeavour so we go eat out

Look at my strip
Look at my dab, look at my jive
Man I wish momma and dad would just let me go work cause I really would love having jobs

Helping provide for momma
Building up getting my dollars
Helping expand for the commas
Saving my words for no drama

Expect the hearse it's so common
F*ck all my school teachers dramas
I'm trying to get the f*ck outta here
Take baby mama here, chill in Bahamas
Man f*ck all the karma

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...

Wait til it's sun down!
Wait til it's sun down!
Oh I been waiting
And waiting for sun down!

Riding through the night
Without my night light
Metaphorically speaking
I just might...
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Writer: Chante Garcia, Zion Garcia
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