Sunday Morning

[Hook:] Sunday Morning and the birds are lovely Sunday Morning and the birds are lovely Sunday Morning and the birds are... [Verse 1: Noname Gypsy] All my raps whisper unintelligence Unrelenting irrelevance chiseled in the sediment Letterman on the late night scene You don’t know the half Mr. Bubble Bath Epitaph Jaded in the grass What’s that? A massacre A mass appeal to apple stores and Raffle scores I wonder who gon' win the lottery If Google maps can see my house Yo, I wonder who is watchin' me Satellite hypocrisy like, right up the block from me Write up the doctor fees Another brown boy down Another mother crying cause another brown boy found And all you wanna do is smoke weed And write songs Bang bang Sound like violins Poverty was made to door frame all the violence Knock knock and guess who's not there The police And guess who don’t care The people [Hook:] Sunday sunday morning And the birds are lovely Sunday sunday morning And the birds are lovely Sunday sunday morning And my mama love me And my granny love me And Moni love me [Verse 2: Noname Gypsy] Close your third eye and look what you real eyes And look what you realize Your water is privatized You liquor is idolized The government mastermind Now that's the Illuminati And that's after your Soul Universal mind control Let me see you robot Racism construct Let me see you robot They would of ended war If war didn't make um rich I ain’t tryna help you smoke if you Ain’t tryna help me quit Downtown dichotomy I bet you i could politic I could even paint Jackson Where the pollack sits Baby rap mo Concrete satchmo Musicality [travesty] I’m a photo Shake me up Like me glitter Like me thinner Re-cap Gingerbread snapped No oprah or oxygen Or darker skin I’m the training ground for a rainbow It’s like pop pop Skittle bag Ask me where the riddle at And i’ll serve you Ritalin Double coated in cinnamon No harmony's just synonyms Sunday hymns Praise the lord And the drugs that raised me Baptized in saline They found my parachute under the rubble I found redemption under the tunnel Don’t get trapped [Hook:] Sunday Sunday morning And the birds are lovely