SHOOO Feat: Mean $treak

Gremlin

Lyrics:

Hook

Sunday Best
If I’m misunderstood call me
Kanye West
Yes I dressed to impress
Momma said I should
If I wanna be next
So I keep my suit pressed
Oh yes

Hear the preacher spittin 
Bout to Catch the spirit
Take it to the hood
Yes I love my 7 Colors
Like I like my 7 digits

Bridge

Sunday Sunday
Sunday Sunday best
Sunday Sunday best

Sunday Sunday
Sunday Sunday best
Sunday Sunday best

Verse

(Skit)
Then of course it’s black thing
Why’d you wake me at this ungodly hour momma
I’m in the choir but no the boy can’t sing
Let me take shower
And put on my best
Pink
No 
Blue
Cos this girl that loves flowers
Says it makes my eyes pop out 
I love her posture 
Standing tall like tower
Never weak she’s empowered
Niggas freeze when she speaks
Like she went to Harvard
Goofy like Howard

Sbwling your moms cooking
Kiss you deep when no one’s looking
If you ask me for one good thing
I’ll be ready to give all things

Verse 2

(Skit)
What’s better than family
Sunday best got no enemies
All are welcome and actually
I’m missing my rich aunties

Credits:

Artwork By: QPiiD
Executive Producer: QPiiD
Written By: QPiiD
Composed By: QPiiD
Arranged By: QPiiD
Mix Engineer: QPiiD
Master Engineer: QPiiD
Performed By: QPiiD

A QPiiD's Dream EP

Sunday Best

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[Preview] QPiiD - Sunday Best

FROSTY

painlessly vanquish em
lasic like vanish,
blinkin now im blankin on em
blanket em like darelle revis did
man on man,
man oh man
ill take over this world with less a force than the taliban
from  Afghanistan's sand to the sands of san fran,
and back again...

the other direction,
fuck the inflection,
the way they think i am
is a contraceptive
miscon(tra)ception 
electing to kill myself if i got their blessing
messages lost in the wind when it bends
as it descends to the west
they comin east for the best
heaven sent, smoke session
hence the scent
fuckin vents...
payin rent for my tent
bribed a reverend to hold the door a second,
like,
my heavens
blessin weight on the rise
like this bread is leavened
messin around in the rec, 
like Passover a sin,
swing and miss
like a sentient guess,
my bitch stitchin my lip
thicker hips
than kim k impressions
//

lost in my thoughts (prod. C Freshco)

beem!