“Sunday” by Skipp Whitman

Music video for “Sunday” by Skipp Whitman, from the album “Sunday”

Music: Skipp Whitman
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Video: Jakub Klawikowski
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Lyrics:
Sunday!
Monday!
Boss is a jerk.

I really thought I was gonna get lucky Friday
Cause Stephanie said come over
How could I deny her fly face?
Don’t need no luck from clovers
She 'gon eat me up like live bait,
Turned out she knew I knew this dude she liked
She like should I wait?
I'll never make a move alone am I totally corny?
Wait you know him right?
Could you like?
Maybe ask him out for me?
Surely you jest,
You must have mixed me up with your best,
She my type,
But unlike Vito Corleone I don't get no respect,
I guess I'll be on my own like Pattie Label,
At my pad on my cell,
Chatting with friends that don't know me that well,
They tell me there's a million fish in the sea,
I'm like OK but I don't need bottom feeders
I want ones that could breathe.

Sunday!
Monday!
Boss is a jerk.

I never been the type to make plans,
But if you push me baby
I'll commit to something then forget about it like my left hand,
Let’s lamp somewhere in the shade,
Oh wait,
I'm with my crew like a deck hand you free later at 8?
My day to day is crazy been through a marriage oh you too?
So hopefully you don't take this personal like Guru,
I'm a cool dude but I do what I want,
I wake up late,
Then after that lay up like LeBron,
These layovers from travel kill me,
Stay over and we could still be in the same spot,
With sweats and grey hanes socks till the day stops,
Pace yourself cause you may have a Monday train stop,
But I no longer have to have a day job,
Thank God.