Mouf, André DeSaint - Sunday @ Your Mother's lyrics

Reminiscing about the days, the days
When we were younger the way, the way
Life was simple
We've grown to be kinda forgetful
But one thing I know they
Won't forget about me

This a come up on the low
Had a 0 to a Fade the summer of ’04
Someone knocking at the door well let ‘em in
If y’all ain’t bring beers or bitches
Y’all need friends
If y’all ain’t bring gars or weed
Y’all need 10 for this piece of this peace
We blowin’ I need Zen
And then I called straggler
I seen this fine bitch in the cut
I had to have her came up with some shit to
Say like 'I'm an actor'
Remind me of them TV shows
You know The Bachelor?
Must've been my sharp ass wit
That had attracted her
Then the shit turned into Brazzers
Uncut, torn up, door shut, Porn Hub
She recruit two more bitches
But won't force em' (FOURSOME)
Always want a piece of the
Cake the large portion
Now she screamin' out for endorsements
Like please bitch
You just caught the wave and now you sea sick
You could've been the one if
You'da only cooked Bistec sports Center
Food Channel yeah all the presets
Then she screamed out 'You'll Never Be Shit
Nigga!"

Yeah
See baby I understand I fucked your friend
But ain't no way we can't make amends
Let a playa back in

The Way, the way life was simple
We've grown to be kind of forgetful
The Way, The Way life was simple
But one thing I know you
Won't forget about me

What up niggas? how y’all?
It's DeSaint the villain
I'm still writing rhymes but
Besides that I'm chillin’
It wouldn't take much to
Restore that old feeling
So I'm tryna take em back to
The day I wrote Illin'
I'm so '89 I feel like Spike Lee
She say she'd do the right
Thing for the right fee
I told her that she might
Sing in the right key
She said is you that nigga? I
Said bitch I might be
Listen, there's really no topic
We can't arrive to
Articulated ignorance yeah I know
I surprised you
You can call me anything except the
One that you lied to
Be tailored for that bullshit
Don't ever let em size you
Im out here screaming, ‘where the funds at?’
I don't say much
Unless you show me where the drums at
Run that
Snatchin’ hoes and I ain’t giving one back
I’ve been this way since I’ve been this way
This ain’t no comeback, nigga

The Way, the way life was simple
We've grown to be kind of forgetful
The Way, The Way life was simple
But one thing I know you
Won't forget about me