Hook (Lackhoney)

I've been on my Sunday flow since Monday

Trip up to the fluff and that go one way

It isn't someday, I'm just coming

Walking on my cloud

Verse 1 (Lackhoney)

I just pivot

Bigot if you're not diggin it

Never cared bout a fitted it's crickets for every gimmick they let in here sold a spirit smack your wicket in the scrimmage for only caring bout tickets, I'm on the tip of my little toe twisting ankles off pick and rolls, in the civil or Honda Civic living livid and driven like throwing water out spigots I got songs

It's just songs

I got songs

Hook

I've been on my Sunday flow since Monday

Trip up to the fluff and that go one way

It isn't someday, I'm just coming

Walking on my cloud

Verse 2 (Lackhoney)

Proud of bows, applause is loud, I'm bowing out of all the frowns, and y'all just want some fields to plow, loud a cloud I'm never bout, and clout without I'm happy now, I found the ground it feel profound, wiggle toes and then lift my crown, the clouds around me