[Intro]
Huh (Huh)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas (Ay, ay), pool shoes
Rainy nights (Rainy)
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)

[Verse]
Off a mushroom, figure myself out
This shit send me to the moon to lay the verse down
The weed I smoke like updates, that shit make shut down
7 grams to a blunt, smoking on a touchdown
I won't date you just because we go to your house
Pants come down like prices at a Walmart blow out
I don't think I like you, why do you think I bite you
I release so frequеntly, it shock you like a Raichu
I go to fancy places order what I want to
Eat it by mysеlf because there’s no one I want to talk to
Spend so much time alone and you can grow enough to like you
But step into the world and there will no one you’ll relate to
No one you’ll relate to (Relate to)
Yeah, no one you’ll relate to
I’m guessing that’s a con when you’re the only one that made of you
When you act like yourself, I guess it’s real easy to hate you
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas (Ay, ay), pool shoes
Rainy nights (Rainy)
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas (Ay, ay), pool shoes
Rainy nights (Rainy)
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas, pool shoes
Rainy nights
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)

[Outro]
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