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sweetjp - sundays lyrics

[verse 1]
woke up this morning and i got myself a beer
f-ck it ain’t a monday but a sunday so it’s clear
that i’m gonna chill out on the couch and slouch
til my -ss hurts ouch let me scrounge an ounce
about to pounce on the trampoline
until my legs are numb like we laced the weed
i got the frontflilp, who got the backlflip?
i popped the popcorn, the egg i cracked it
one last trick, uh, tumbling aardvark
then watch mac’s interview with the nardwuar
rip miller, we’ll never see iller, willing
a million caterpillars to be lyrical k!llers, still
got the kids mixtape that i copped from concrete roots
senior skip day first song i smoked weed to
homies showing up at the pad for round 2
only grabbing racks where the ribbon is blue
and won’t f-ck with hams with m’s less than two
next lesson move to tech decks or tune
into our next record breaking gungeon run, got
two tvs, hey arnold on the other one
alright you want a turn? i got beats i need to churn
keep the keys in reach relieving me when demons yearn
but they freezing for today, so i’m chilling spitting waves
my saliva glands get mistook for hurricanes
try surviving land into a pool of novocaine
kind like a mix of frank and lamar for the pain
but there ain’t no pain
not today

[verse 2]
maybe we still got time left to skate
let’s h-t the a2 park that’d be great
rip the wig and f-ck dan gilbert
‘member shredding midtown? now its just filled with
cops, follow you from spot to spot
forget the crime keep commerce hot
so we’re pilling in the van stuffed like a blood clot
crack another can for the backseat shotgun
the driver b-tching, to be discrete
hide the fifth if, you see police
head down, hands in my lap like prayer
these two hands, twist leaf for later
love the driver dealing with our drunk -ss
keep us alive so i can be a dumb-ss
if someone dies we’ll never be okay
sober up so you can drink another day
we hit up the park, trick until dark
homies rolling woods like we stripped up the bark
spend a bunch of time on a stupid trick
get it done, everyone, lose their sh-t
p-ssing out gear or some shoes that fit
most successful example of socialists
feed the stoke, don’t be a d-ck
only word out anyone’s mouth is sick
[the homies articulating their excitement to the aforementioned completion of a sick trick]
homies rolling up, left and right
couldn’t have asked for a better night

- sweetjp lyrics

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