Medicine Mane - Sinning On A Sunday

Ex got me
X got me, oh
X got me sinning on a Sunday
Going my way I'm gonna get a payday Monday
Swingers come loaded, coppin rolls on a weekday
And Withers done spoken, oh what a lovely day
Momma said she praying for me
My prerogative to feed family
It's my decision, so permission don't need
Got some purple so I sing wit Whitney
But that Bobby never lay in my joint
I wanna dance with somebody at night
Throw up our shadows on the wall till sunlight
And we'll worry bout the cost another time
Going my way there, floating in space, dear
Joint riding on the freeway, Cube be preaching on tape, yeah
It was a good day, I'm feeling some type a way
You can't cool me down, cause I'm hot as Pompeii
Got smoke by the pound, it won't settle down
Got my boy yelling across the hall that bag too loud
Bag it up, after I tare out the skate
Ain't clocking outta work, bitch I'm making some plays
Its all love to my list of fiends
Collecting dollars like these bennies antique
And to the freak that be sharing my sheets
Smoking every day so I'm feeling fatigued
X got me sinning on a Sunday
Going my way I'm gonna get a payday Monday
Swingers come loaded, coppin rolls on a weekday
And Withers done spoken, oh what a lovely day
Momma said she praying for me
My prerogative to feed family
It's my decision, so permission don't need
Got some purple so I sing wit Whitney
But that Bobby never lay in my joint
I wanna dance with somebody at night
Throw up our shadows on the wall till sunlight
And we'll worry bout the cost another time
Cost is, I battle with myself every day
And I been searching for some truth I don't know about me
Hollow out my brain and then fill it back up
A lot of weed, lot of dreams, I done played in the mud
Shit outta luck when she left me in the dust
And we couldn't make up, cause we done it too much
Lying to myself that we could make it through this faze
Turned myself into a clown for you to put on display, bitch
X got me sinning on a Sunday
Going my way I'm gonna get a payday Monday
Swingers come loaded, coppin rolls on a weekday
And Withers done spoken, oh what a lovely day
Momma said she praying for me
My prerogative to feed family
It's my decision, so permission don't need
Got some purple so I sing wit Whitney
But that Bobby never lay in my joint
I wanna dance with somebody at night
Throw up our shadows on the wall till sunlight
And we'll worry bout the cost another time
Woah oh
Another time
Oh woah
Another time

Written by:
Owen Turner

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