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b.b.s. - sunday lyrics

[intro]
cheers boys
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: yorgs]
i drink water to surprise my liver (nah)
the thought of water gives my spine a shiver (uh-uh)
i can’t afford to absorb the water’s [?]
so i walk door to door just to get a small fortune
it’s ben on the drinks, so don’t get it all distorted
there’s more than you think, to me, drinks are important

[verse 2: j stark]
yo, m on that can, you can bet that i’m sipping on it
bartender looking at me, thinkin’ i’m idiotic
and, to be fricken honest, the kids that hit your bonnet
grew to achieve the greasy binge drinking problem
and we hotter than the middle [?]
so best go think up your plan, we’re drinkin’ with the fam

[verse 3: rare]
yeah, give me that ginny black, still p-ssed from last night
smoked a whole ciggie pack, swirling with the barflies
sunday’s approach, give me my saddy back
not gonna happen, and that’s that
just roll with it and get smoosh smashed
just a sneaky little sunday session, get messed

[hook: dan z]
so, when you’re with me, let’s hear your [?]
from the night and choose our rides
it’s such a pity ‘bout monday morning
‘cause they got you on a sunday for far too long

[verse 4: j stark]
yeah, yo, we rap naked, i smash face-on
if the place intact, then play this song
one slip up in your playlist, shuffle and it’s on
ba boo, ba boom, bbs throwing down bombs
we drink and get the w in like dot com
and hang with hot poms, the sh-t that i’m on

[verse 5: rare]
breach your p-ss, step in a clock, i feel wrong
but don’t stop, we still rock, it’s the jump off
am that is, i made new friends
and, sh-t, already need to get payed for next week
‘cause this week, i’ve blown it for the next three weeks
you dig? i did it again, didn’t i care?

[verse 6: yorgs]
mix d-ckhead with f-ckwit, that’s how i feel
p-ssing on a barstool [?] steel
the bottles that are chilled on the top shelf liquor
or whatever i can get the chubby mitts to quicker
just sip on and share ‘round to get one to fall down
to get up for more rounds and end up in cuffs now

[hook: dan z]
so, when you’re with me, let’s hear your [?]
from the night and choose our rides
it’s such a pity ‘bout monday morning
‘cause they got you on a sunday for far too long

[verse 7: rare]
yeah, i can barely breathe, yep, let’s h-t up the next pump
please believe, monday’s the ride-off
[?] for the boss? what about “f-ck off”?
just give me more gl-ss pots [?] ‘til my heart stops
good old fashioned bar-hoppin’, the weekend doesn’t last long
tomorrow in the [?] position, feelin’ [?]

[verse 8: yorgs]
so what, we’re getting sobby? alcholic’s not a hobby
monday morning [?] feelin’ like a [?]
never far from a [?]
probably stumbled in a puddle on the way to get some stubbies
suckin’ back like they’re dummies, that’s the bees in the honey
[?] jobs was the money, i need pots in my stomach

[verse 9: j stark]
yeah, i’m p-ssed, stinkin’ like a fresh cracked stubby lid
bash booze [?] like [?] did
you can catch me at the [?]
from the liquor that i’m drinkin’, spirits then i’m sinkin’
that’s what a sunday does to a legend
and i’m a legend and so are my [?]

[hook: dan z]
so, when you’re with me, let’s hear your [?] (let’s hear your [?])
from the night and choose our ride (choose our ride)
it’s such a pity ‘bout monday morning (oh ho)
‘cause they got you on a sunday for far too long (far too long)

[outro/skit: rare]
“shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!
shut up! my phone…shut up! it’s the boss!
h-llo?” ”mate, where are you?”
“nah.” ”nah? you listen to me mate!” “nah, man.”
“mate, this is the third time”
“my um…my duck’s really sick.”
”nup! not hearing it.” “sessel.” “nup!
don’t want anything…” “you’ve met it?
um, can’t come in. i’ve um…” ”this is the third time!”
“car’s…car’s broken down.”
”you’re in a sunday session mate, you’re fired!”
“uh…see you mate. (i’ve got the rest of the week off!)”
yeah!

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