Drinking on a Sunday Morning Video (MV)

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Closure
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Yeah
I don't got shit against you
And I don't want no drama
My life is lookin' decent
Since we broke up this Summer
I'll ask a million questions, but I don't want the answer
Like do he call you baby
Why can't I meet your standards
I think I love myself now
I feel like I'm the shit
But you don't f*ck with me now
That make me feel like shit
You really did a number
Now that I must admit
But I still got my niggas so I ain't gone be no bitch
Shame shame (shame shame)
Goddamn (goddamn)
Got me drinkin' on a Sunday mornin'
I should've left you on read last night
Instead of sendin' paragraphs knowin' that you would ignore them
I should've said that I love you out of anger
That's the only way you hear it
But you gotta respect
That I gotta move on and I'm on to the next
Missin' you but baby never forget that I'm still that nigga
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Ain't got no time for the bullshit
Take my space before I lose it
Told myself don't be that nigga to give advice but never use it
Fiendin' off that drug addiction
I been actin' outta pocket
Goin' through this f*ckin' relapse
Kiss me quick while no one watches
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Yeah
It was a one night stand, remember
Way back when when I met you in December
And now its September
I tried to shrug it off but your shoulders was cold like the winter
You was hot like the Summer
Hot like a sauna
Caught you in the corner of my eye when I saw you 'round the corner
And you can beg my pardon if you wanna
But you had me bout confessin' to my momma like
Momma, I met this lil stunna' honey
So stunning when she stunting' on em
Got her own stunna' money
Lord knows I'm a natural born sinner
Got my eyes on your thighs
And I'm thinkin' what's for dinner
And it's hard to breath with your legs on your chest
And you're runnin' out of breath with my hands 'round your neck
Gaspin'
Nowadays all I'm hearin' is the crickets while I'm sittin'
Reminiscin' 'bout the lips I was kissin' back then
Closure
Closure
Shit, I'm tryna' get closer