sundays-to-someday
A silky, dripping lo-fi soul track with hip hop DNA woven through the beat — soulful sample chops melting into each other, warm and glossy, every element dissolving at the edges. The production feels like it’s slowly liquefying: flipped soul samples bleeding in and out, slow-motion piano chords that hang in the air too long, brushed drums locked into a hypnotic hip hop groove, rich warm bass that feels like it’s pulling you under. Vocals are breathy and intimate, floating just above the mix — silk and smoke, emotionally present, slightly weightless. Vinyl warmth and analog texture give it soul but the mix is lush, trippy, and immaculate — thick with feeling, dripping with atmosphere. Subtle string swells dissolve in the background like sugar in warm water. The whole thing moves slow and luminous, like a dream you don’t want to leave. Silver, smooth, and melting.
sundays-to-someday
A silky, dripping lo-fi soul track with hip hop DNA woven through the beat — soulful sample chops melting into each other, warm and glossy, every element dissolving at the edges. The production feels like it’s slowly liquefying: flipped soul samples bleeding in and out, slow-motion piano chords that hang in the air too long, brushed drums locked into a hypnotic hip hop groove, rich warm bass that feels like it’s pulling you under. Vocals are breathy and intimate, floating just above the mix — silk and smoke, emotionally present, slightly weightless. Vinyl warmth and analog texture give it soul but the mix is lush, trippy, and immaculate — thick with feeling, dripping with atmosphere. Subtle string swells dissolve in the background like sugar in warm water. The whole thing moves slow and luminous, like a dream you don’t want to leave. Silver, smooth, and melting.
Lyrics
Mama said it would all come someday
Now I’m here just, counting down
the Sundays to someday
Yeah
Mama said it would all come someday
Now I’m here just, counting down
the Sundays to someday
Lord please -
there has to be more than one way
I can’t stop fighting with the past
And lately I’ve been so afraid
(Man I’m so afraid)
Please lord
This can’t be the only way
Yeah
Mama said it would all come someday
Now I’m here just, counting down
the Sundays to someday
sorry - I had to takeoff, I ran away
(Yeah) a runaway like Kanye on those lonely keys
All Those notes that I held close to me
I took glimpses of us
And turned memory to melody
(Yeah) that was back then,
and maybe I still miss that
But I couldn’t look back like whiplash
Yeah, I remember - I
Used to see the good in passing faces
Now I’m just,
Scratching lines on a weekly basis
I guess
This is just, the future I created
This is how it feels to have
Forgotten how to love
I’m stuck here Waiting
for a day that never comes
Mama said it would all come someday
Now I’m here just, counting down
the Sundays to someday
Yeah
Mama said it would all come someday
Now I’m here just, counting down
the Sundays to someday