[Hook:]
Sunday Morning and the birds are lovely.
Sunday Morning and the birds are lovely.

Sunday Morning and the birds are...

[Verse 1: Noname Gypsy]

All my raps whisper unintelligence
Unrelenting irrelevance chiseled in the sediment
Letterman on the late night scene

You don't know the half Mr. Bubble Bath
Epitaph
Jaded in the grass

What's that?
A massacre
A mass appeal to apple stores and

Raffle scores
I wonder who gon' win the lottery
If Google maps can see my house

Yo, I wonder who is watchin' me
Satellite hypocrisy like, right up the block from me
Right up the doctor fees

Another brown boy down
Another mother crying cause another brown boy found
And all you wanna do is smoke weed

And write songs
Bang bang
Sound like violins

Poverty was made to door frame all the violence
Knock knock and guess who's not there
The police

And guess who don't care
The people


[Hook:]
Sunday sunday morning
And the birds are lovely


Sunday sunday morning
And the birds are lovely


Sunday sunday morning
And my mama love me

And my granny love me
And Moni love me


[Verse 2: Noname Gypsy]
Close your third eye and look what your real eyes
And look what you realize

Your water is privatized
You liquor is idolized
The government mastermind

Now that's the Illuminati
And that's after your
Soul

Universal mind control
Let me see you robot
Racism construct

Let me see you robot
They would of ended war
If war didn't make um rich

I ain't tryna help you smoke if you
Ain't tryna help me quit
Downtown dichotomy

I bet you i could politic
I could even paint Jackson
Where the pollack sits

Baby rap mo
Concrete satchmo
Musicality travesty

I'm a photo
Shake me up
Like me glitter

Like me thinner
Re-cap
Gingerbread snapped

No opera or oxygen
Or darker skin
I'm the training ground for a rainbow
It's like pop pop
Skittle bag

Ask me where the riddle at
And i'll serve you Ritalin
Double coated in cinnamon
No harmony's just synonyms
Sunday hymns

Praise the lord
And the drugs that raised me
Baptized in saline
They my parachute under the rubble
I found redemption under the tunnel

Don't get trapped

[Hook:]
Sunday Sunday morning
And the birds are lovely