AUDIO: SUNDAY by Oriiginelle

Introducing the talented South African singer-songwriter and music star, Oriiginelle, who has just released a new single titled "SUNDAY". This highly anticipated track is already making waves in the music industry and is sure to be a hit with fans of all genres.

With her unique sound and captivating lyrics, Oriiginelle has quickly become one of the most sought-after artists in the industry. Her latest release, "SUNDAY", is a testament to her talent and dedication to her craft. The song is a beautiful blend of soulful melodies and powerful vocals that will leave listeners wanting more.

If you're looking for a new addition to your playlist, then look no further than "SUNDAY". This amazing record is a must-have for any music lover and is sure to become a staple in your collection. So why wait? Listen and download the track below and experience the magic of Oriiginelle's music for yourself!

Oriiginelle SUNDAY Lyrics:
I ain't got time
I ain't got time
I ain't got time, yeah yeah
I ain't got time
I ain't got time
I ain't got time yeah yeah
I ain't got time
Usually I don't give a fuck
Outta luck
Weekdays be crazy
Saturdays might be lazy
But Sunday
That's when it hits
Usually I don't give a fuck
Outta luck
Weekdays be crazy
Saturdays might be lazy
But Sundays
That's when it hits
Weekdays I'm happily single and ready to mingle but never have time
These days I've been meditating I need all my chakras and money aligned
Been wanting something official, and wholesome and maybe the problem is me
It cannot be
I'm a 10 outta 10, must be your timing 'cause everything chic here
I hit her up on the weekends for banter and after the freak starts to creep, yeah
We do the nasty, and casually cuddle then suddenly fall back to sleep, yeah
I gotta drop her at her place and shake it all off, start the week on a clean slate
Sunday I'm thinking about it but cannot say nothing cause that shit ain't me baby
Usually I don't give a fuck
Outta luck
Weekdays be crazy
Saturdays might be lazy
But Sunday
That's when it hits
Usually I don't give a fuck
Outta luck
Weekdays be crazy
Saturdays might be lazy
But Sunday
That's when it hits
I gotta free weekend, you and your friend can crash here
"Where you been?" kinda questions don't pass here
She says I've changed, am I supposed to be the same as last year
You need a fact check
Plus I'll never be stagnant with fat cheques
Friday the drinks are on chill, and the convo is flowing
The mood is on Keith Sweat
She ain't a Pisces, and neither am I
But you'd swear that's the case with those deep breaths
Straight on repeat, yes
Keep it on beat, yeah
'Cause with Sunday approaching
I need it all out of my system, can't wear heart on sleeves, yes
No fucks
Outta luck
Sunday
No fucks
Outta luck
Sunday