Sunday Life
Zack Johnson
[Verse 1]
I go back the wrong way
I curse all the ones that try
A pleasant Sunday life
A true ceiling
A credit to a menace I can't trust
I'm not enough
You interrupt
Parade of rust
I ride the track to heart attack
Cause I know that I can't distract that
[Verse 2]
You know exactly
What I want
Disastrous
'Cause a climate is only the sum of a vessel in
And I retire but I can't aspire to more than this
I wake up but not by the sun
[Verse 3]
It's not about breaking away
I confess I failed the test
Still a joke
In a moment's time portray yourself post-haste
Like a disgrace
Can't intonate
The finer things
I guess a king's only out for himself if he wears a ring
They make you hurt someone just to go higher but I couldn't