The sundays (part. Evar)

Roku roku, roku roku
Roku, roku roku, I know
Roku, roku, three six
E-e-evar
Roku roku

Bad memory, but I always remember you (a hundred)
I’m playing Rumble Rose, and outside it looks like Frozen (yeah, eh)
I don’t even dry my tears, I miss Kaunas (Kaunas)
I love when things happen, but this feels like Tekken now (no)
Today I might slip up (what?), I’ve been curious since I was young (yeah)
I don’t think I’ll pack these memories (what?)
That whole thing about covering them up, what for? (What for?)
I’m way too far from you, and what for? (What for?)
If I keep thinking about us, what for? (What for?)
They draw me with tits in the fanart, what for? (What for?)
Your absence hurts me again (yeah, ey)

Listening to The Sundays, thinking about us
Drawing you a story, hope you love it
Listening to The Sundays, thinking about us
Drawing you a story, hope you love it
I’ve got my braids and highlights, puffing smoke like a fuse
I’m with the P-I-L-F in the Macas
I crash the site like Nika
I ignore your stink
Your ghost Johnny Cash
I drop a molly in the glass
With Baby Milo as my bag
With the Asians watching Barça
I’m with my crew like the cat Toro
Drinking and smoking everything
Laid back, I think I’m Keroro
I gave you my heart for life
Even if we don’t talk anymore, who knows the future
My wallet’s got a belly
My phone case has a belly too
I’m with Sarito, she’s waiting for the Transa
I ate a trip and walked all the way to Saitama

My mind’s eating me alive
My mind’s eating me alive
My mind’s eating me alive (how so?)
My mind’s eat– (oh, my God)

Listening to The Sundays, thinking about us
Drawing you a story, hope you love it
Listening to The Sundays, thinking about us
Drawing you a story, hope you love it