Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse] Sunday sun sinks, shadows grow heavy Sins from last night, chest feelin' sweaty Clock tickin' slow, but my mind run steady The week’s a loaded gun, I’m holdin' it deadly Couch confessional, remote my rosary Screens preach doom, headlines get close to me Soul on a leash, but the chain don’t fit Got me boxed in this day, tryna deal with it [Chorus] Sunday scars, they cut too deep Can’t rest my mind, no peaceful sleep Prayers in the dark, but they don’t reply Another Sunday passin', just askin' why [Verse 2] Coffee cold, tastes like regret Yesterday’s party still payin' the debt The world’s on pause, but my guilt won’t quit My shadow’s a preacher, won’t let me forget Piles of laundry, sins in the hamper Phone screen flashin', missed calls, no answers Calendar’s a bully, tomorrow’s the threat Sunday’s the hangover you can’t reset [Bridge] Hymns of despair hum in my chest The weight of the week, it won’t let me rest Guilt on repeat, it’s a church with no pews I kneel to my flaws, Sunday’s bad news
Tags
gritty, 808-driven with distorted basslines and sharp hi-hats, hard-hitting, male vocals, rap
Duration
1:20
Instrumental
No
Created
12/3/2025