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Adam Feeney Music - Sunday Shoes Lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse]
Nothing but summer breeze
We got to kickin' and laughin'
I'm suddenly actin' like I know what's good for me
Connectin' and rattlin' bones
Walk around naked at home
We hit the bed and recycle those moments that you never seem to let go
Remember that time out in Nice
Those nights when we biked through the streets
That small 'BNB, no AC, got us coverin' windows with shirts and our sheets

[Bridge]
I know we keep tryna [?] man, no
[?] when they see me kickin' my—kickin' my—, oh-woah—woah—
Oh, "how long we really gonna be here, man?"
"How long we gonna do this?"
I can't even tell, I can't even tell

[Part II]

[Verse]
Holdin' you close
Cigarettes when we cannot fall asleep
Windows through those walls
If it's love, if it's love, if it's—
Safety and good divine
I think I've been dreamin', life like this for no reasons
Show me what you really think, 'cause, I can barely hold my blink
When I'm lookin' at you
Safe to say we made it here (Safe to say we did it)
Lots of people I've been fighting fear (Save these niggas)
'Cause when we thought we were kids (Yeah baby, yeah)
Now we grow up and we always gotta follow this (You know you already did it to 'em)
[Part III]

[Verse]
Ain't no stress when you skip that nine-to-five, uh
Baby come and see will we ride or die
Play that shit that makes you come alive
Pass one up and smoke 'til the sun pass by
Marijuana smokin', sleep in the car
She tell her momma that I got a job
I pay for food, eat the pussy a lot
She got a couple good jokes, but I ain't too typical
Laughin' at miracles, oh my Goddess
'Cause this is the life I used to see when I was a kid
Bad little nigga just raidin' the fridge
Posters and boogers my momma would flip
It's beautiful that we so close
My auntie, sisters break up on me most
I heard you come from the sticks
She got a lot of that wit
And I got a lot of this dick
She feel me—

[Instrumental Break]

[Part IV]
[Verse]
Sunday shoes, always clean
Show you how you're supposed to see
Haven't seen you all week
I know that you gotta work on the weekends
I miss the days when we could sleep in
We were free then
Alive in these moments it's harder to tell
Sunday to Sunday with someone who's real
Sunday with somebody I wanna help
Momma, my sisters, and my niggas, god damn, shit
Well you got a lot on your mind
Stressin' yourself but just tryna provide
No room for error when you're all alone
You took care of everyone at home, hm

[Outro]
Something is changin'
Youngest in my family, momma's prayin'
PK used to tell me "Keep on chasin'"
Sunday shoes but we cannot replace them, uh (I love Sunday shoes)