Sunday” [Beat: Slow, wavy, hypnotic reggae groove—something that feels like your brain is melting in slow motion.] 4-Bar Intro [Spoken, faded as fuck, deep inhale—exhale…] Damn… it’s Sunday? Off the Tater Entertainment… Gil-rane! We been high all week… what’s one more day? [Lighter flick, bong rip, lazy-ass beat kicks in…] ⸻ Verse 1 (16 Bars) Sun creepin’ in, but my eyes still closed Took another dab, now my brain move slow Ashtray full, empty bags on the floor Ain’t even rollin’ up—bitch, I’m rollin’ no more Couch locked, lost in the haze Cartoon playin’ but I been stuck for days Phone buzzin’, somebody textin’ But I ain’t movin’—man, fuck that stressin’ Breakfast? Nah, I just sparked my meal THC levels hittin’ unreal Sunday’s here, but I ain’t holy Unless you count this blunt, then pass it slowly ⸻ Chorus (8 Bars) SunDazed Sunday, floatin’ high Ain’t comin’ down, no need to try Monday lurkin’, I ain’t afraid Light one more, let’s fade away ⸻ Verse 2 (16 Bars) Girl next to me, she fried as hell Took one hit, now she forgot how to spell We both stuck, eyes glazed like glass Tryna stand up? Nah, I’ll pass Said I’d clean, said I’d cook Said I’d hit the gym, but look, Sunday I ain’t done shit but lite abunch ofbackwoods [7grams] Wake me up when it’s time to smoke Playin’ old-school jams, Marley & Snoop Took three hits, now I can’t move Weekend’s gone, but I ain’t trippin’ We get high on days that end in Y, so we ain’t never slippin’ ⸻ Chorus (8 Bars) SunDazed Sunday, floatin’ high Ain’t comin’ down, no need to try Monday lurkin’, I ain’t afraid Light one more, let’s fade away ⸻ Outro (4 Bars) [Beat slows, bong rip, slow exhale…] Mmm… wake me up when Monday’s gets here I got to go to work again, Fuck!! [Laughter, couch creaks, blunt sizzles, music fades…]
