Lyrics:
I have no stress anymore
Now I got rest form my soul I want everybody to know
I found love on a Sunday (Sunday)
I found love on a Sunday (Sunday)
I
Let it be consumed by You (Ooh)
Cause all I want is You (Ooh)
Say breathe on us
Breathe on us
All consuming fire
Ignite our hearts
With
Something more than a day that has nothing for me
I've reasons to say, Sunday's not my day
I'm harrassed by its crowds, how they passively file
before my after life.
Roaming hemispheres tryna find reality.
Tragically it's only bound by casualties.
That antidote from the rodeo suckers get hit with
land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don't understand
Creature comfort goals, they only numb my soul
And make it hard for
land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don't understand
Creature comfort goals, they only numb my soul
And make it hard for
wish it was Sunday, Sunday funday
A Monday-to-Monday Sunday funday
Sunday funday
We don't wanna work no more
(Life is just too short)
Now money, money,
to be just a commodity
I'm smarter G
This is my life, and my soul not just a chart to me
It's the truest part of me
Fans now mobbing me
Fake
and death
By Sunday I've got nothing left
What I do is not life and death,
By Sunday I've got nothing left
I've got ambition
Sunday morning with your
the same
You deserve my attention
No more distractions
'Cause Your word is like gold
So I write it in my soul
Oh that's Sunday notes
Sunday notes
Sunday
at her feet
And I just wanna take a swim
Tryna see what's underneath
Think I'm going off the deep end
In the belly of the beast
Sold my soul for your kiss
our lives
Taking the game by surprise
I'm feeling heat from soul
Feeling of letting you go
Passion from HipHop to soul It's finna show
I can show
up by Sunday, Sunday, a fun day
Stay so low, say I'm cold got him lurking
Bring a hood nigga to his knees so easy
This vibe really got him going crazy
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins you let me count
Wealth and health
For my family
And lettin' me
brain
The quest for perfection is a life time dream
The three of us here, playing no games
Talk shit with us, we'll fuck you with a cane man
Sunday
On Monday, he fills his veins full of life
Then Wednesday he hit his wife
But all is well and all will be saved
On Tuesday, she walks by a homeless
the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by.
I'm breathing in and out.
But I'm not living my own life
With the Sundays in my pocket
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin me
runnin'
Might feel like Friday
But your Sunday's comin'
It might feel like Friday
But your Sunday's comin'
So let your soul start singing
And dry those
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
your heart
You're burning yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
they're quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye
Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday
songs
While he stands and sings amazing grace
His heart is hunted by fear, shame and disgrace
A secret battle eats away at his soul
And the people
That really light up my life
So let’s wine and dine
Count all the stars in sky
Just Laughin n making
Wishes As they shoot by
These late night talks are
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