Lyrics:
Sunday blues
Good morning heartache
Here we go again
Good morning heartache
You're the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hanging around
I wake up early on a Sunday
To try and make the most
Of the quiet in the mornings
While other's eyes are closed
I brew a coffee in my favourite cup
Sunday morning I jus' woke up in my favorite bed
Different location but I promise they all feel the same
Sun beams are breaking in
They smoochie
somedays
When it's clouded
I give you life while
I'm still ouchea shinning
And as for you
When I come around
Everyday is a sunday
In the morning
When you
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
A petal fell from the vase
You press it into paper then watch porn on your phone
On a Sunday morning
You scream a little then you pray that no one is
every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though
I'm a 45 spinning on an old Victrola
I'm a two strike swinger, I'm a Pepsi Cola
I'm a blue jean quarterback saying "I love you" to the prom queen
the Gospel of Sunday morning (Ooh, of Sunday morning)
And all of that because of You
So I’ll give my heart
Over, over and over again (Over and over)
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
Oh
My love and I were thinking
How low our boat was sinking
From fishing for the blues
Every lure we tried
Jonesey turned the tide
We lost our
had
Times that we slept in on Sunday morning
Under the covers holding each other
Side by side like two dinner spoons
That's what we're gonna lose
life
Give me life, give me life
Give me life, give me life
At 04:45 on a Sunday morning I was born
Like all poets before and after me I cried a storm
My
With I love ginny painted in bright green
Hey that's my uncle bill there by the courthouse
He'll be lowering the flag when the sun goes down
And this
With I love ginny painted in bright green
Hey that's my uncle bill there by the courthouse
He'll be lowering the flag when the sun goes down
And this
with Gia Gia all day but then I'm back to Harlem by the morning
Andele andele andele andele triboro interstate
Damn not today shawty she bad but fuck it
lookin' up in heaven
But you wasn't anywhere in sight
Sunday evening I get the blues
Someone sleeping' in their tennis shoes
I looked low and I looked
what you do
Hand on your heart for the stripes and stars
Black umbrellas in the pourin' rain
A Sunday Morning Coming Down, Amazing Grace
Lift those
through Sunday blues
Good morning, heartache, here we go again
Good morning, hearache, you're the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hangin
Sunday morning, my Rebbecca sleeping in with me again
There's a kid outside the church kicking a can
When the cedar branches twist she turns her
Woke up this morning in this dusty old town
But who needs a thing when I got me girl around
Down in the south where the summer's hot
I'm a country
and make them run
So we give them one by one
Now we in the two by two
Some girl wanna pull them shoes
We tell them say comot of blues
As Mali dey here
And we
Riding round the city got the whole crew with me
Chasing down this dream like I'm bobby and she Whitney
I'ma get it how I can, I know it ain't
Wakin up Sunday morning
6'o clock on the dot
My mind's hazin
Still fucked up, drugged up
And you got me thinkin
About how life was better
Not
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