sunday
Joy Oladokun"sunday" is a song by Joy Oladokun, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:01 long and contains 32 lines and 236 words.
Lyrics
0:11Momma says I'm up to no good again
0:25Couldn't make her proud though I did my best
0:30I feel like a mess
0:32I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin
0:36I feel like I'm sick
0:38But I'm having trouble swallowing my own medicine
0:44Sunday carry me carry me down to the water
0:49And wash me clean I'm still struggling
0:57Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
1:05Can't you see I'm struggling
1:16I keep God locked in a picture frame
1:22So I feel a little better about my numbered days
1:27Yeah I confess
1:29The questions and the answers seem to the sound the same
1:33I'm just like the rest
1:35Standing tall pretending not to be afraid
1:41Sunday carry me carry me down to the water
1:46And wash me clean I'm still struggling
1:54Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
2:00Can't you see I'm struggling
2:07Sunday come around lift me up again
2:10Never too proud for a helping hand
2:13I've been feeling down
2:16Can you heal me now
2:17Sunday come around lift me up again
2:22Never too proud for a helping hand
2:25I've been feeling down
2:28Can you heal me now
2:32Sunday carry me carry me down to the water
2:36And wash me clean I'm still struggling
2:44Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
3:01Can't you see I'm struggling
Momma says I'm up to no good again Couldn't make her proud though I did my best I feel like a mess I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin I feel like I'm sick But I'm having trouble swallowing my own medicine Sunday carry me carry me down to the water And wash me clean I'm still struggling Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling I keep God locked in a picture frame So I feel a little better about my numbered days Yeah I confess The questions and the answers seem to the sound the same I'm just like the rest Standing tall pretending not to be afraid Sunday carry me carry me down to the water And wash me clean I'm still struggling Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling Sunday come around lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you heal me now Sunday come around lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you heal me now Sunday carry me carry me down to the water And wash me clean I'm still struggling Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling
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