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devin dabney - (next) sunday lyrics

[verse]
yeah, uh, tell the bartender i want a hennessy and sprite
what you mean, “they all out?”
and i done came all this way with my girl here tonight?
a n-gg- finna ball out
cause i’m a chief like halo, cutthroat cl-ssics
and i’m chilling with an angel, f-ck your bad b-tch
every time we come together, dog, it look like magic
but it didn’t happen overnight – the sh-t took practice
honestly, i always loved white girls
it’s ugly being racist, i need a facelift
since these hoes so basic
i had to take it back to basics
head bobbing to the music, hope god forgave us
even yeezy once said “only jesus could save us,”
swagger coming back, never gonna replace this
i be snapping on the track, you don’t wanna replay this
playing the stradivarius with ana kasparian
reporting live from the underground where they buried us
they ain’t love me when i was single, but now these hoes
wanna catch a train like thomas or demaryius
i can think of various reasons for all the arrogance
one is sitting next to me, living it vicariously
now that she’s here, i’m free
told her we can be together, but i’m still doing me
now we sitting reminiscing
on the days that were simpler, the things we remembered
what we did and how we miss it
who’d have thought that everything would come together like this did?
back then, i would listen, always
had dreams of being big, as a rapper, that was it
but now, everybody a musician
sh-t, even ray rice had a hit
but i ain’t come all this way for nothing
started from the bottom, never wanted to front, man
i just wanted to sit with the cool kids at lunch, man
now i’ve transformed into hip-hop’s frontman
but still, everybody stay dissing
tall gr-ss, and i hear them snakes hissing
but i’m destined for another planet, godd-mnit
and i’ll be d-mned if i abort mission
so

[pre-chorus]
if you a real n-gg-, put your hands up high
hands up high, hands up high
if you a real chick then put your hands up high
hands up high, hands up high
n-gg-s steady hating, and i don’t know why
don’t know why, don’t know why
b-tches steady faking, and i don’t have time
don’t have time, don’t have time

[chorus]
cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life
better get yours, cause i’m gonna get mine
better stay the course before you run out of time
cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life
better get yours, cause i’m gonna get mine
better stay the course before you run out of time

[outro]
yeah
that’s a wrap, n-gg-
red fury
black-ish on the track
clint breeze, get gs
we out

- devin dabney lyrics

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