Sunday Lyrics – Night Lovell | I Hope You’re Happy

Sunday Lyrics” sung by Night Lovell from the album I Hope You’re Happy represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Sunday by Night Lovell.

Sunday Lyrics

[Chorus]
Why do they make me feel like it’s nowhere to go? (Like it’s nowhere to go, like it’s nowhere to go)
I got my s^^t packed up but I really ain’t sold (But I really ain’t sold, but I really really sold)
Don’t wanna leave, can you not see, I cannot breathe? (Yeah, I cannot breathe, I cannot breathe)
Didn’t know a warm bright Sunday could turn so cold (Could turn so cold, could turn so cold)

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
Take it back to Lovell with the flat top (Flat top)
West OT, that’s the back drop (Back drop)
Chillin’ by Britannia beach with the Fanta (With the Fanta)
We ain’t had s^^t, wishin’ for Santa (For a Santa)
I’m like, “That’s it, f^^k it, I’ma ball out” (I’ma ball, yeah)
I knew me and them n^^gas would fall out (I’ma fall, yeah)
You gotta know yourself, you won’t get a call out (Get a call, yeah)
Now I feel like I could buy a mall out (Yeah, a mall)
Dig deep, pull it out, dust if off (Dust it)
All these new n^^gas, gotta cut ’em off
I used to be scared of this s^^t, I was runnin’ off
Now I’m facin’ this s^^t, I’ma done it off
Crop a lot of n^^gas out the frame, yo’ loss (Yo’ loss)
Got a lot of s^^t you wish you had, show it off (Show it off)
She wanna link me, n^^ga, I just blow it off (Okay, yeah)
But they cannot reach me, n^^ga, I’ma turn it off (Okay, yeah)
I’m who all them n^^gas just pretend to be (Just pretend, yeah)
Usin’ all the shade them n^^gas send to me (Send, yeah)
‘Cause we hot, and you really can’t amend me (Can’t amend me)
Try to make us stop (Uh), that p^^sy n^^ga dead meat (Yeah)
Me and momma used to walk to GT (GT)
Now I pick her up in the TT (Lambo)
I shed a tear thinkin’ back, they were good days (They were good)
But I can’t complain, leveled up, now I’m gettin’ paid

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[Chorus]
Why do they make me feel like it’s nowhere to go?
I got my s^^t packed up but I really ain’t sold
Don’t wanna leave, can you not see, I cannot breathe, yeah
Didn’t know a warm bright Sunday could turn so (Could turn so)
Could turn so (Could turn so, yeah), could turn so cold

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