Sunday Sin - Bernz, Stige, Krizz Kaliko

I ain’t too cool to say I’m sorry

Too proud to dance at your party

Too good to sin on a Sunday

And we go up and down these peaks and valleys

From Miami out to Cali

Doing all the wrong things the right way

Heyyyyy!

Ohhhhh!

(x4)

Hey!

Last night I almost died, woke up on Sunday morning

Didn’t know where I was, and if I heard you calling

Maybe my soul departed soon as the party started

Dance with the fallen angels, drink with the local shaman

Ignored advice and guidance, and mixed with the outsiders

Stuck in the world between some spirits and the corporate buyers

Hope that they never find us, and can’t afford to promise

Eternal life to all us, and flicking off their alma matters

Ask me and I’ll jump to, come grab me and I’ll come through

Forgive me when I hurt you, and don’t judge me for my virtues

All of my issues are just fuel to spend my life out past my curfews

So I’m saving all my sins for a Sunday that I can work through

I ain’t too cool to say I’m sorry

Too proud to dance at your party

Too good to sin on a Sunday

And we go up and down these peaks and valleys

From Miami out to Cali

Doing all the wrong things the right way

Heyyyyy!

Ohhhhh!

(x4)

Hey!

Hey!

I’m a bad, bad boy

Never thought they would be loving the fat boy

But they had to employ me

Let the people enjoy me

Could’ve crumbled, said «Poor me»

Bitches never adored me

They ain’t stop shit

Let me sing to 'em a little bit like an option

Spit a winner in the middle of a map

And I’m trying to get the same thing as King James, stream same

See every time I leave, she let’s me go

And I gotta leave to get these hoes

They really wanna believe I’m at these hoes

Loving the way I’m sneaking at these shows

So let the church boy sing out

Trying to hang out

With no groupie hoes to bang out

Affiliated but I ain’t trying to pull my thing out

Out of town, out of bounds, so shots won’t ring out

Sorta like you bad at doin' good good, good at doing bad things

Puffin' on the loud, blowing smoke rings

We gon' be alright

Cause when the weekend comes, we doin' the same old shit tonight

I ain’t too cool to say I’m sorry

Too proud to dance at your party

Too good to sin on a Sunday

And we go up and down these peaks and valleys

From Miami out to Cali

Doing all the wrong things the right way

Heyyyyy!

Ohhhhh!

(x4)

Hey!

Strange Music!