The Pushers - Sunday Sin lyrics

[Hook: Stige] I ain't too cool to say I'm sorry Too proud to dance at your party Too good to sin on a Sunday And we go up and down these peaks and valleys From Miami out to Cali Doing all the wrong things the right way Heyyyyy! Ohhhhh! (x4) Hey! [Verse 1: Bernz] Last night I almost died, woke up on Sunday morning Didn't know where I was, and if I heard you calling Maybe my soul departed soon as the party started Dance with the fallen angels, drink with the local shaman Ignored advice and guidance, and mixed with the outsiders Stuck in the world between some spirits and the corporate buyers Hope that they never find us, and can't afford to promise Eternal life to all us, and flicking off their alma matters Ask me and I'll jump to, come grab me and I'll come through Forgive me when I hurt you, and don't judge me for my virtues All of my issues are just fuel to spend my life out past my curfews So I'm saving all my sins for a Sunday that I can work through [Hook: Stige] I ain't too cool to say I'm sorry Too proud to dance at your party Too good to sin on a Sunday And we go up and down these peaks and valleys From Miami out to Cali Doing all the wrong things the right way Heyyyyy! Ohhhhh! (x4) Hey! [Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko] Hey! I'm a bad, bad boy Never thought they would be loving the fat boy But they had to employ me Let the people enjoy me Could've crumbled, said "Poor me" b**hes never adored me They ain't stop sh** Let me sing to 'em a little bit like an option Spit a winner in the middle of a map And I'm trying to get the same thing as King James, stream same See every time I leave, she let's me go And I gotta leave to get these hoes They really wanna believe I'm at these hoes Loving the way I'm sneaking at these shows So let the church boy sing out Trying to hang out With no groupie hoes to bang out Affiliated but I ain't trying to pull my thing out Out of town, out of bounds, so shots won't ring out Sorta like you bad at doin' good good, good at doing bad things Puffin' on the loud, blowing smoke rings We gon' be alright Cause when the weekend comes, we doin' the same old sh** tonight [Hook: Stige] I ain't too cool to say I'm sorry Too proud to dance at your party Too good to sin on a Sunday And we go up and down these peaks and valleys From Miami out to Cali Doing all the wrong things the right way Heyyyyy! Ohhhhh! (x4) Hey! [Outro: Krizz Kaliko] Strange Music!