Sunday
Domo Genesis/Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics


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I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
But you not passionate
About half the shit that you into
And I ain't havin' it
And we both know that I don't mean to offend you
I'm just focused today
And I don't know why it's difficult
To admit that I miss you
And I don't know why we argue
And I just hope that you listen
And if I hurt you I'm sorry
The music makes me dismissive
When I'm awake I'm just driftin'
I'm not complainin'
It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
And I could be misbehaving
I just hang with my niggas
I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful
Despite all what's in my face and my pocket
And this is painfully honest
And when I say it I vomit
On cloudy days when I'm salty
I play the hate to the laundry
State to state for the profit
it ain't a stain on me, nigga
My momma raised me a prophet
I play for dollar incentive
And where I'm walking, it's studded
and half-retarded I stumble
To where she park when she visit
I grab the bottle and chug it
I see the car in the distance
I know the dark isn't coming
For the moment, if I could hold it
She, she seems that

All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot
Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
And loving you is a little different
I don't like you a lot
You see, it seems like

I’m coming back I gotta handle business
Vanish to my sleeper seat
left you at terminal three
I’ll meet you down at baggage claim
in a couple weeks, a fortnight
When you parade my homecoming, don’t cry
You know I can’t live in any place I visit
To live and die in LA
I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
But I’d be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
Give me Bali beach, no molly please
Palm, no marijuana trees
Yo hickeys on my aorta and tattoos you could only see
When I’m playing surfboarder, put whisky in that salt water
I emptied every canteen, just to wear
that straight edge varsity you think’s cool
They thought me soft in High School
thank God I’m jagged
Forgot you don’t like it rough
I mean he called me a faggot
I was just calling his bluff
I mean how anal am I gon' be when I’m aiming my gun
And why’s his mug all bloody, that was a three on one?
Standing ovation at Staples
I got my Grammy’s and gold
Polka dots on my brit
I’m not supposed to be stunting
It’s all melodic this song
I catch this vibe in my sleep
But I’m just jet-lagged is all, and restless

All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
And loving you is a little different
I don't like you a lot
I mean, fuck

I don’t know what we’re about
What good is West Coast weather if you’re bi-polar?
If I’ma need this sweater
I’d rather be where it’s cold
Where it snows
I see how it goes
I put the flowers in bowls
I know they’re coming in droves
You’ll only miss when it goes




(Yeah, I think that’s it)
When it goes

Overall Meaning

In the song "Sunday" by Domo Genesis and Earl Sweatshirt, the artists explore feelings of detachment and confusion in relationships. The first verse begins with Domo expressing frustration with his partner who isn't passionate about the things they do. He then apologizes for being dismissive of their relationship and admits to missing them. He goes on to explain how his music makes him feel distant and how he stays busy with his friends. Despite his fame and success, he feels like he's stumbling through life.


In the second verse, Earl Sweatshirt takes over to further explore the theme of detachment. He starts by talking about how quitting smoking weed affected his dreams and nightmares. He then discusses his relationship, saying that he doesn't like their partner a lot and jokingly saying, "I mean, fuck." He talks about how he's leaving for business and how he can't stay in one place for too long. Earl then references his past, where he was bullied in high school and called a "faggot." He ends the verse by saying that he's jet-lagged and restless, indicating that he's still feeling confused and distant.


Overall, the song explores the theme of detachment and confusion in relationships. The artists express their frustration with their partners while also showing vulnerability and expressing their desire to connect. The use of dream imagery and references to past traumas helps to further emphasize the feelings of confusion and detachment.


Line by Line Meaning

I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
I know it would be easy to contact you


But you not passionate
But you lack passion


About half the shit that you into
About half of the things you are interested in


And I ain't havin' it
I cannot tolerate it


And we both know that I don't mean to offend you
We both know that I don't intend to hurt your feelings


I'm just focused today
I'm just particularly focused today


And I don't know why it's difficult
And I don't understand why it's hard


To admit that I miss you
To confess that I am missing you


And I don't know why we argue
And I don't understand why we fight


And I just hope that you listen
And I hope that you hear me out


And if I hurt you I'm sorry
And I apologize if I caused you harm


The music makes me dismissive
Music makes me apathetic


When I'm awake I'm just driftin'
When I'm awake I'm just wandering around aimlessly


I'm not complainin'
I'm not whining


It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
Just to say that I've been pretty occupied lately


And I could be misbehavin'
And I might be behaving badly


I just hang with my niggas
I just hang out with my friends


I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful
I am quite famous, but I am loyal to you


Despite all what's in my face and my pocket
Despite all the attention and money I have


And this is painfully honest
This is a brutally honest statement


And when I say it I vomit
And when I say it, it's sickening


On cloudy days when I'm salty
On down days when I'm feeling irritable


I play the hate to the laundry
I express my anger to release it


State to state for the profit
Traveling from state to state for profit


it ain't a stain on me, nigga
It is not a blemish on my reputation


My momma raised me a prophet
My mother raised me to be a fortune-teller


I play for dollar incentive
I work for the financial reward


And where I'm walking, it's studded
And where I'm walking, it's paved with success


and half-retarded I stumble
I clumsily move forward


To where she park when she visit
To the place where she parks when she visits


I grab the bottle and chug it
I take the bottle and drink it quickly


I see the car in the distance
I see the car far away


I know the dark isn't coming
I know the night isn't approaching


For the moment, if I could hold it
If I could hold on to this moment


She, she seems that
She seems that she


All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot
My dreams became less vivid when I quit smoking weed


Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
Nightmares became more vivid when I stopped smoking weed


And loving you is a little different
And loving you is not the same as before


I don't like you a lot
I don't feel strongly about you


I’m coming back I gotta handle business
I'm returning, and I must take care of important tasks


Vanish to my sleeper seat
Disappear to my sleeping cabin


left you at terminal three
Left you at gate three


I’ll meet you down at baggage claim
I'll meet you at the baggage claim area


in a couple weeks, a fortnight
In two weeks


When you parade my homecoming, don’t cry
When you celebrate my return, don't cry


You know I can’t live in any place I visit
You know I cannot live in any place I visit


To live and die in LA
To live and die in Los Angeles


I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
I have my Fleetwood Mac, and I could smoke weed every day


But I’d be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
But I would be tired, obsessive, and paranoid if I did


Give me Bali beach, no molly please
Take me to Bali beach, but don't give me Molly


Palm, no marijuana trees
Palm trees but no marijuana trees


Yo hickeys on my aorta and tattoos you could only see
Hickies on my aorta and tattoos that are not visible


When I’m playing surfboarder, put whisky in that salt water
When I'm surfing, put whisky in the salt water


I emptied every canteen, just to wear
I used up all my water, just to wear


that straight edge varsity you think’s cool
That clean-cut varsity jacket you find admirable


They thought me soft in High School
They thought I was weak in high school


thank God I’m jagged
Thank God I'm rough and edgy


Forgot you don’t like it rough
Forgot that you don't appreciate roughness


I mean he called me a faggot
He insulted me by calling me a homosexual


I was just calling his bluff
I was just challenging his bravado


I mean how anal am I gon' be when I’m aiming my gun
I mean how meticulous do I need to be when aiming my gun


And why’s his mug all bloody, that was a three on one?
And why is his face covered in blood, when it was three against one?


Standing ovation at Staples
Getting a standing ovation at Staples Center


I got my Grammy’s and gold
I have my Grammy awards and gold jewelry


Polka dots on my brit
Polka dots on my pants


I’m not supposed to be stunting
I'm not supposed to ostentatious


It’s all melodic this song
This song is all about melody


I catch this vibe in my sleep
I sense this feeling even in my sleep


But I’m just jet-lagged is all, and restless
But I'm just tired from traveling and feeling agitated


I don’t know what we’re about
I don't know what our relationship is or where it's going


What good is West Coast weather if you’re bi-polar?
What good is good weather if you have a mental illness like bipolar disorder?


If I’ma need this sweater
If I am going to need this sweater


I’d rather be where it’s cold
I prefer to be in a colder climate


Where it snows
Where there is snow


I see how it goes
I see how things turn out


I put the flowers in bowls
I put the flowers in bowls


I know they’re coming in droves
I know they are coming in large numbers


You’ll only miss when it goes
You'll only miss it when it's gone


(Yeah, I think that’s it)
(Yeah, I think that's it)


When it goes
When it's gone




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: THEBE KGOSITSILE, CHRISTOPHER BREAUX

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