It's a Sunday, it's a Sunday I will make it in this rap shit someday It's a Sunday, it's a Sunday I'm minding my own business, drinking a latte It's a Sunday, it's a Sunday I dont care on what these other niggas have to say It's a Sunday, it's a Sunday Before I go to bed, there's something I have to say I feel his presence whenever Im to myself I wish I did something to help him with his health He cared about his time left on this earth, not on the wealth I wish I could go back in time, to tell him how I felt I'm sorry for the pain I caused But now that ur gone, I feel lost I wish I knew the fucking cost But now it's too late The way we used to laugh was great I just wish that god decided to wait But its inevitable, that's just fate I'm sorry for the dumb shit I used to do in this cruel world I should've knew That I had to cherish everything we do But ur gone, I dont know who to turn to I miss the way we used to talk I remember when we would go to the park for a walk And now that ur gone, its still a shock But to me, ur someone who really knew how to rock [Chorus] R.I.P R.I.P I'm cant get it out my head, I'm just so sorry R.I.P R.I.P Although u not next to me, you'll always be a part of me