Russ Sunday To Sunday Lyrics

[Intro]
Stayin' on top of my craft, and still takin' care of myself and my people
Keepin' my head on a swivel, the game a lil' scary, feel like it's Resident Evil
I used to stay on the road, was livin' off Tanqueray, p*ssy and Subway (Yuh)
Music is still my religion, I'm in the studio Sunday to Sunday (Sunday to Sunday)

[Chorus]
Stayin' on top of my craft, and still takin' care of myself and my people
Keepin' my head on a swivel, the game a lil' scary, feel like it's Resident Evil
I used to stay on the road, was livin' off Tanqueray, p*ssy and Subway (Yuh)
Music is still my religion, I'm in the studio Sunday to Sunday (Sunday to Sunday)

[Verse 1]
Falling in love with my purpose over and over, that there's the secret (Yuh)
Telling my team I'm not moving, I'm sitting still like a paraplegic (C'mon)
I guaranteed I would be rich (Yuh), I couldn't risk being average, (Hol' up)
Money is cool but I don't need my head on my M's like the old Dallas Mavericks (Yuh)
Talking my shit so they hate me (Okay)
My mom is concerned for my safety (Don't worry)
White guy outside of my house in Atlanta, he ready to shoot like “Craychie[?]” (Hol' up)
He ready to swing like Gaethje (Okay)
The journey was hard but it made me (Okay)
But now I be talking to B.Dot cuz he be relaying a message from Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
I'm bringing validity back, this is the industry rap
There's a liquidity gap, riddle me that
Vacation in Italy left me intrinsically zapped
I couldn't give me a pass
I just got fidgety fast. Forgive me I'm trapped
I still don't know how to rest
But I got my forties and fifties and sixties for that
Talking 'bout L.A.L.'s while I'm watching the Lakers
I realized the finish line's a facade, the fruit is the labor, FOMO's really a traitor
My biggest hater is me (me)
Confusing emotion with meaning
That's why I'm staying on zenith, enjoying my freedom trying to get over this feeling

[Chorus]
Stayin' on top of my craft, and still takin' care of myself and my people Keepin' my head on a swivel, the game a lil' scary, feel like it's Resident Evil
I used to stay on the road, was livin' off Tanqueray, p*ssy and Subway (Yuh)
Music is still my religion, I'm in the studio Sunday to Sunday (Sunday to Sunday)

Stayin' on top of my craft, and still takin' care of myself and my people
Keepin' my head on a swivel, the game a lil' scary, feel like it's Resident Evil
I used to stay on the road, was livin' off Tanqueray, p*ssy and Subway (Yuh)
Music is still my religion, I'm in the studio (Yuh) Sunday to Sunday

[Verse 2]
Me and myself, I'ma get what I'm s'posed to
Ballin', but I gotta balance it, BOSU
They sending offers, it's hard to say, "No" to
So many numbers, it look like Sudoku
Yellow hairs on the weed lookin' like Goku
I don't smoke weed, it's for people I'm close to
Spreadin' bands, playin' my music on Roku
Why would I care what you think? I don't know you
If you need game, it's okay, let me coach you
A million is cool but it's easy to blow through
Felt like the one 'fore I stood on my own two
Didn't take breaks but I love that I broke through
This is the part where I tell 'em, "I told you"
I learned on YouTube, I guess I was homeschooled
I'm just a vessel the universe flows through
I don't give a f*ck about eatin' at Nobu (No)

[Chorus]
Stayin' on top of my craft, and still takin' care of myself and my people
Keepin' my head on a swivel, the game a lil' scary, feel like it's Resident Evil
I used to stay on the road, was livin' off Tanqueray, p*ssy and Subway (Yuh)
Music is still my religion, I'm in the studio Sunday to Sunday (Sunday to Sunday)

Stayin' on top of my craft, and still takin' care of myself and my people
Keepin' my head on a swivel, the game a lil' scary, feel like it's Resident Evil
I used to stay on the road, was livin' off Tanqueray, p*ssy and Subway (Yuh)
Music is still my religion, I'm in the studio Sunday to Sunday (Sunday to Sunday)