Pedro Cañas - Sunday Love (feat. Brandon Diaz)

I'm hurt, I'm Depressed, I'm upset
Sunday morning rain is falling on my head
I want you till death
Sweat angel

Cold as the side of the bed
Without you up in it I'm dead
Just put me to rest
Your hair in mess
Your glitter and lipstick
All on my pillowcase
Trying to think of you less
Yeah- maybe it's alright
Maybe I'll drink and forget
But girl I'm a dog
Admittedly, sickening
Maybe I need me a vet
Maybe I write up a list of regrets
And put you at the top of the set
Maybe I'm tripping
You know how I get
I'm calling
You never collect
I'm falling
Nevertheless
I'm balling
Money and press
But all of it's nothing at best
Cause you in that
Cause you in that dress
Was all I really cared for
Now I know that money ain't shit
Women, too- all that cometh will go
But you remain constant
Yo fuck all the nonsense
Options, physical profits
Yeah, it's all in the context
I just need physical contact
Come with me and let's just fly away
Let's hide away, somewhere safe
Burn the city down, find a place
I'm tryna get next to you
Wake up in bed with you
Crush up the meds, roll up a cone
And just reconnect with you

Written by:
Brandon Diaz, Pedro Canas

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