Sunday

So full of myself that my cup runneth over So full of myself baby I overflow Sometimes sweetness spills on the wrists of my lovers Even poly bitches don't care for another So full of myself that my cup runneth over So full of myself baby I overflow Sometimes sweetness spills on the wrists of my lovers Even poly bitches don't care for another And we all know that flowers don't pick themselves Fuck imposter syndrome I left it right on the shelf And I got overchose When I overgrowed Remembered I'm that bitch And kept my soul aglow I bathe in honey, I'm a humanoid honey jar Honeystar levitating down the boulevard Missed call, can't answer when the money falls Can be a loud bitch or a sweet broad Born on Sunday and now a bitch is celibate But I still put the ho' in holy cuz this pussy Heaven sent Yeah, yeah Born on Sunday and now a bitch is celibate But I still put the ho' in holy cuz this pussy Heaven sent Ah, Born on Sunday and now a bitch is celibate But I still put the ho' in holy cuz this pussy Heaven sent Born on Sunday and now a bitch is celibate But I still put the ho' in holy cuz this pussy Heaven sent Echo: this pussy heavensent