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letra de sunday morning - prada

(hook)

empty forty on my nightstand
i tried to make it through the night mad
i’m f-cking tired of this rap shit
land face first on my mattress
mouth droolin’ who am i foolin’
silly truant, life ruined

(verse 1)

got shot gl-sses all over the counter
prescription drugs got me sour
trying to get myself into the shower
but it’s real f-cking hard to get clean
6 am, on the bus, can i get a cigarette yo?
so i’ll stay home and crack the cigarello
fill it with some exo then record a shitty demo
i drink my coffee black, f-ck it, eatin’ til’ i’m really fat
stuck in a rock and a hard place
but the rock is the c-ke
and the hard place is my hopes
life sucks, and the only antidote is the dope
i looked up – tried to find god i can’t see him
am i blind god?
as a matter of fact, define god

(hook)

empty forty on my nightstand
i tried to make it through the night mad
i’m f-cking tired of this rap shit
land face first on my mattress
mouth droolin’ who am i foolin’
silly truant, life ruined

(verse 2)

what’s life without the hangover
i’m fixated with the end, but it ain’t over
drown my thoughts with a half can of miller
can’t drive, swervin’ to the side
4 am, sunday morning, so deserving of this high
trying to find a purpose and i’m staring in the sky
do i snatch some purses, or do i stay a worthless kinda guy

(hook)

empty forty on my nightstand
i tried to make it through the night mad
i’m f-cking tired of this rap shit
land face first on my mattress
mouth droolin’ who am i foolin’
silly truant, life ruined

- prada

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