NewEraMar - Sunday's Best

Hot damn Mar, hit em in the chest with it
Every day's Sunday's best, when I'm dressed in it
Heads turned to the door once I stepped in it
Heads turned to the door once I exited
Crowd split down the middle this my Exodus
Last year was all bad, I was stressing it
A dub last me for a week, I was stretching it
Can't be mad at the world, I'm too blessed in it
Not sure when my times coming but it's definite
Had to tell lil shawty leave she was desperate
She just hit me from a Finsta, obsessed much
You getting blocked, but I'm wishing you the best luck
Pot luck, what you bringing the table
I was a brand name before the clothes had a label
Before a fire stick, we had a plug on the cable
Before a Pornhub, we was searching for the Spice channel
Pop Pop hid his freaky DVDs in the side panel
I still wonder what she did with that pineapple
Mama said don't let them little fast girls sidetrack you
Knew I let her down when she ain't yell, she'd just sigh at you
Aww yeah, this is our year
From the summer to the fall, yeah, I want it all, yeah
From the window to the wall, yeah, get it all, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah, break ya off, yeah
Shawty met me in my hoe phase, them my dog years
In my drunk and depressed days, them my dark years
When I rounded up the cost, yeah, made me scoff, yeah
All them bottles of that dark, could of bought a Moncler
Hot damn Mar, hit em in the chest with it
Every day's Sunday's best, when I'm dressed in it
Heads turned to the door once I stepped in it
Heads turned to the door once I exited
Crowd split down the middle this my Exodus
Last year was all bad, I was stressing it
A dub last me for a week, I was stretching it
Can't be mad at the world, I'm too blessed in it

Written by:
Marchand Pendelton

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