Night Lovell - Sunday

Why do they make me feel like it's nowhere to go? I got my shit packed up but I really ain't sold, yeah Don't wanna leave, can you not see, I cannot breathe? Yeah Didn't know a warm bright Sunday could turn so cold Yeah, yeah Take it back to Lovell with the flat-top West OT, that's the backdrop Chilling by Britannia beach with the Fanta We ain't had shit, wishing for a Santa I'm like, "That's it, fuck it, I'ma ball out" (I'ma ball, yeah) I knew me and them niggas would fall out (I'ma fall, yeah) You gotta know yourself, you won't get a call out Yeah, now I feel like I could buy the mall out Dig deep, pull it out, dust if off All these new niggas gotta cut 'em off I used to be scared of this shit, I was running off Now I'm facing this shit, I'ma done it off Crop a lot of niggas out the frame, yo' loss Got a lot of shit you wish you had, show it off She wanna link me, nigga, I just blow it off They cannot reach me, nigga, I'ma turn it off Ok, yeah I'm who all them niggas just pretend to be (just pretend, yo) Using all the shade them niggas send to me 'Cause we hot, and you really can't amend me Try to make us stop, that pussy nigga dead meat, yeah Me and momma used to walk to GT Now I pick her up in the TT (Lambo) I shed a tear, thinking back they were good days But I can't complain, leveled up, now I'm getting paid Why do they make me feel like it's nowhere to go? I got my shit packed up but I really ain't sold, yeah Don't wanna leave, can you not see, I cannot breathe? Yeah Didn't know a warm bright Sunday could turn so (could turn so) Could turn so (could turn so) Could turn so cold (yeah)