This how a Sunday afternoon feel
Yeah
& shout out Conscious
Talk about flavor
Living thru seasons
Every 3 months some shit changes
My brother just moved out the city
Don't know where I wanna go but wherever I'm bringing the family with me
Cuz I like the sunny weather my girl in the passenger looking so pretty
Got a 2010 and im whippin it til its 2060
Need a crib with a studio, fridge never empty
Feed your spirit so your soul full (soulful) Arizona sipping
Remember I ain't prayed since the 16th
When I did felt the world against me
A warrior 1vs 50
My bank account got like $150, tryna cook at the crib more burnt the teriyaki
Didn't rap, be a chef probably
It's more rappers than chefs probably
Still treat it more than a hobby
Day jobs feel compromising
Might know my name but don't really know Isaac
For your own peace some shit just stay private
Keep it in the clouds, like the first episode I'm a great pilot
Once I finally get organized it's over for y'all I f*ckin promise
Too much indecisiveness I wanna rap not make content
Lost my lighter in the blanket
Found myself in the matrix
Rockin this pair of sweats because they my favorite
Im chillin.
Simplify my life
The family my only association
Friends became brothers man
We done been thru hella situations
Northside where we caught fades had to dip off 'for it escalated
What's the chance that they had a blade with a dull edge right where they waist is
The bitch lied on the homie, yo stories hella fabricated
Don't be in The Rita no more, la vida loca fasho
Tryna get back to my roots like if Questlove went solo
I ain't been to La Vina, cop a sweet bread since it burnt down yo
RIP Adreezy
God please give peace to the lost souls let em rest easy
Didn't make it past 25 that's a f*cked up joke Yeezy
Say I like dark humor got George Carlin up on my TV
This the type of day I take it easy
Left over pasta eating, real cheesy
Last day of the weekend
If I'm lagging on a feature, pay me next time for a feature
It's one thing I can't be and that's a f*ckin people pleaser
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This how a Sunday afternoon feel
Yeah
& shout out Conscious
Talk about flavor
Living thru seasons
Every 3 months some shit changes
My brother just moved out the city
Don't know where I wanna go but wherever I'm bringing the family with me
Cuz I like the sunny weather my girl in the passenger looking so pretty
Got a 2010 and im whippin it til its 2060
Need a crib with a studio, fridge never empty
Feed your spirit so your soul full (soulful) Arizona sipping
Remember I ain't prayed since the 16th
When I did felt the world against me
A warrior 1vs 50
My bank account got like $150, tryna cook at the crib more burnt the teriyaki
Didn't rap, be a chef probably
It's more rappers than chefs probably
Still treat it more than a hobby
Day jobs feel compromising
Might know my name but don't really know Isaac
For your own peace some shit just stay private
Keep it in the clouds, like the first episode I'm a great pilot
Once I finally get organized it's over for y'all I f*ckin promise
Too much indecisiveness I wanna rap not make content
Lost my lighter in the blanket
Found myself in the matrix
Rockin this pair of sweats because they my favorite
Im chillin.
Simplify my life
The family my only association
Friends became brothers man
We done been thru hella situations
Northside where we caught fades had to dip off 'for it escalated
What's the chance that they had a blade with a dull edge right where they waist is
The bitch lied on the homie, yo stories hella fabricated
Don't be in The Rita no more, la vida loca fasho
Tryna get back to my roots like if Questlove went solo
I ain't been to La Vina, cop a sweet bread since it burnt down yo
RIP Adreezy
God please give peace to the lost souls let em rest easy
Didn't make it past 25 that's a f*cked up joke Yeezy
Say I like dark humor got George Carlin up on my TV
This the type of day I take it easy
Left over pasta eating, real cheesy
Last day of the weekend
If I'm lagging on a feature, pay me next time for a feature
It's one thing I can't be and that's a f*ckin people pleaser
Yeah
& shout out Conscious
Talk about flavor
Living thru seasons
Every 3 months some shit changes
My brother just moved out the city
Don't know where I wanna go but wherever I'm bringing the family with me
Cuz I like the sunny weather my girl in the passenger looking so pretty
Got a 2010 and im whippin it til its 2060
Need a crib with a studio, fridge never empty
Feed your spirit so your soul full (soulful) Arizona sipping
Remember I ain't prayed since the 16th
When I did felt the world against me
A warrior 1vs 50
My bank account got like $150, tryna cook at the crib more burnt the teriyaki
Didn't rap, be a chef probably
It's more rappers than chefs probably
Still treat it more than a hobby
Day jobs feel compromising
Might know my name but don't really know Isaac
For your own peace some shit just stay private
Keep it in the clouds, like the first episode I'm a great pilot
Once I finally get organized it's over for y'all I f*ckin promise
Too much indecisiveness I wanna rap not make content
Lost my lighter in the blanket
Found myself in the matrix
Rockin this pair of sweats because they my favorite
Im chillin.
Simplify my life
The family my only association
Friends became brothers man
We done been thru hella situations
Northside where we caught fades had to dip off 'for it escalated
What's the chance that they had a blade with a dull edge right where they waist is
The bitch lied on the homie, yo stories hella fabricated
Don't be in The Rita no more, la vida loca fasho
Tryna get back to my roots like if Questlove went solo
I ain't been to La Vina, cop a sweet bread since it burnt down yo
RIP Adreezy
God please give peace to the lost souls let em rest easy
Didn't make it past 25 that's a f*cked up joke Yeezy
Say I like dark humor got George Carlin up on my TV
This the type of day I take it easy
Left over pasta eating, real cheesy
Last day of the weekend
If I'm lagging on a feature, pay me next time for a feature
It's one thing I can't be and that's a f*ckin people pleaser
Writer: Isaac Rhyans
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid