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letra de sunday afternoon / 3:02 - prophet the wave god

[hook]
sunday afternoon, 3:02, on my phone
she like what’s the move, then i tell her i don’t know
i can’t even tell you what i go through anymore
all i want is love and i wish that you showed it more
open up my chest, make your fingers get cold
all for a boy, who put bullets in his skull
he just needed love, never wanted gold
he just wanted love, he just needed more

[verse one]
but it’s all good, you don’t even gotta trip (trip)
caught me cry a couple times i didn’t mean to slip (mean to slip)
cause girl i’m a man, i just gotta get a grip (get a grip)
but my feelings is the reason why i feel like this yeah
singing to myself, i’m feeling broken to my shoes (to my shoes)
beating myself up, i gave myself a mental bruise (mental bruise)
trying and i’m trying but i always have to lose (why i gotta lose?)
i don’t care as longg as it doesn’t concern you, yeah
girl you my therapy (therapy), you was always there for me (yeah)
everybody thinking ima off my self they scared of me (yeah)
thinking bout my funeral and how i let my famly weep
you don’t get the picture? let me put you in a better seat
growing up alone, i put my feelings in my phone (in my phone)
thoughts inside my room, i wrote my life inside my notes (write up in my notes
frowns after frowns, feeling brittle to the bone (to the bone)
if i die tonight, here is everything i wrote, yeah

[hook]
sunday afternoon, 3:02, on my phone
she like what’s the move, then i tell her i don’t know
i can’t even tell you what i go through anymore
all i want is love and i wish that you showed it more
open up my chest, make your fingers get cold
all for a boy, who put bullets in his skull
he just needed love, never wanted gold
he just wanted love, he just needed more

[verse two]
i can’t live, it’s in my head (yeah)
monsters underneath my bed
i (just) can’t control those who left
hate myself i’m on a quest (yeah)
to destroy everything left (i’m)
filled with hate till my last breathe (it’s)
getting hate all out my chest demons inside
i feel possessed (and)
everything, you all to me
open up, this odyssey
sorry that’s the god in me, the devil gon depart from me (yuh)
p-wns and kings, they call for me
painting perfect palms and trees (palms and trees)
lawfully i try to voice, depression make it hard to speak (what?)
never had a thought of me
what is it you brought for me? (what?)
mental issues haunting me, the darker place is calling me
calling me for lots of things, it’s chasing me it’s hailing me
never give a d-mn about no love wish that was carved in me (yeah)

[hook]
sunday afternoon, 3:02, on my phone
she like what’s the move, then i tell her i don’t know
i can’t even tell you what i go through anymore
all i want is love and i wish that you showed it more
open up my chest, make your fingers get cold
all for a boy, who put bullets in his skull
he just needed love, never wanted gold
he just wanted love, he just needed more

- prophet the wave god

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