Eric "Ricky" Pariseau - Sunday Morning lyrics

[Verse 1: Gr34t White] Walk out my room and dad's sitting in his tomb Got out his crew, six pack to get his buzz to brew Sips as his unawareness grew and he had careless views Yellin', he blares his truth, heartbreaks in the air with blues Mourning is how you could tell it was Sunday morning Snoring cause you try to sleep the day away but roaring's Forcing you to not be able to sleep at night, tears pouring Swarming suicidal thoughts leap out while it's storming Sunday morning gloom, supposed to be about God's bloom Sabbath looms with havoc doom in all corners of the room Unmask nukes that hit noon, hatred came from it's womb Lyssa coursing through me, wondering when I'll see Lucy Or Virgil to Rescue me through these hells that induce dreams Of Satan's new schemes to renew steam, ignites cruedly You see, early demons usually want to pursue me Unruly images construe beef for life to debut creeds [Verse 2: Gr34t White] Newbies attack loosely, divert attention to new seas Movies trying to be watched as Dad swims to Eve Writing new songs on loose leaf for kids who use bongs And are on strong feelings that make them lose sleep, yawn Sunday mornin' is when we let the storm in, thunder's roarin' Contortin' screams is how you could tell it was Sunday mornin' Tourin' the house, broken windows, pick the pieces up, get to sortin' Important to know this experience releases us from Captain Morgan As I watch you let more and more in until your kidney's are drownin' You're off to the morgue and you can't stop snorin', Alcohol put you down in Your demise from pourin' after pourin' to drown what was important [Hook: Gr34t White & Sample] Afraid that I'm gonna be just like you, Dad, I'm gonna be just like you Cause the Cat's in the Cradle with the silver spoon, little boy blue Is who I am with the man on the moon, "when you gonna visit dad?" "I don't know where he's at to tell you the truth" So I'll be in the booth [Verse 3: Gr34t White] Listenin' to the radio on my phone, girl wanna break up, please baby don't Stuck with the ratio of horrific images that won't save me groans Pay me loans is what life demandin' lately though, sketchin' outlines Flexin' bout time, but ain't want to flex the hex and doubt lines Wanna break barriers but I'm the curse carrier, what's scarier Is the career I see clear in the mirror whispering "Come here" Grab fears and drown with years of wasted time with inferiors Stuck in interiors, house full of hatred, after all, the more the merrier Dazes turn into blank gazes, beepin' is screemin' as a plank places Blank spaces fill up with tanked mazes, hit wall after wall, Dad hazes Alcohol stumbles into mumbled gates with a smile in a crooked days in Whiff it like whippets, s**s that I was with it cause It checked out, but we didn't [Hook: Gr34t White & Sample] Afraid that I'm gonna be just like you, Dad, I'm gonna be just like you Cause the Cat's in the Cradle with the silver spoon, little boy blue Is who I am with the man on the moon, "when you gonna visit dad?" "I don't know where he's at to tell you the truth" So I'll be in the booth