Lyrics:
Sunday AFTERNOON
(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen, and Kenny Finnel)
Yeah, on the re-make ????? Sunday afternoon, yo
DOA, bring it to me,
for a way to forget stupid days, as
The saxophones were blowing in the air
On that late June winter night
As the rain was falling by the post's
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
Sunday
Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
Maybe I'll get it right one day
Bodies all around hypnotized by
forever feeling grateful for the love Let’s go
Ever since my new beginnings, I had brighter days
And my situation changed, I feel alive again
And my
Shit get real, in a second
Dark nights, gunfights, shit and piss on the subway
He can lose his life in a eerie minute of one day
Live my whole
together and
Wednesday we had stormy weather and
Friday we prayed it all better and
Sunday we heard the news
These are the greatest days of our test
spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone
together and
Wednesday we had stormy weather and
Friday we prayed it all better and
Sunday we heard the news
These are the greatest days of our test
together and
Wednesday we had stormy weather and
Friday we prayed it all better and
Sunday we heard the news
These are the greatest days of our test
Extra, extra
Read all about it
Extra, extra
We heard the good news
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm
Maybe it'll be this Sunday
Or it could even happen Monday
Don't you know it could all change one day
One day you could be in the worst state
Next day you
Oh the light of a black new morning
You feel the day is coming on.
See the greenwood turn to brown tomorrow
Neon light´s may turn a little dark next
Mmm
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah (Woo, hoo)
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah
Remember the story from way back when
It was a day I
here dirty, this the day you do the laundry
No dope on Sundays
But any other day it's rain, sleet or sunny
Nah, I ain't a street nigga, just a nigga
up, a new one from the Harbor Boys
Sunday hangover, and I'm feeling so fucked over
Just trying to think, just what did I do
'Cuz I'm Sunday hangover
Sunday morning
Got to thank God
Don't wanna copy ice cube
That's hell of odd
Watched church
Sunday service
Televised service
Notice
Nick, you know this
New
got it for me now just know I need it here by Sunday
We do it one way
Y'all do it some days
You trollin den my homie leave you holy like a Sunday
Shawty
to Sunday
Party we say
Party we say
Party we say
Thursday is the new Friday
Party we say
Party we say
Fun day to Sunday
Party we say
Party we say
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
on a Sunday
It's raining and I love the sound of water
Dripping melodies of you
One day it can be sunny and the next, hella flooded
I, really lost a goddess,
Your love changes all that I do trying to live right
Because you gave me a new life
Still sometimes I wonder, I wonder as the days go by
Will I still
And day by day, I'm learning
There's nothing to fear
The way ahead's now clear
Where there was shadow
A new light is found
Like sunshine after cloud
But I
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
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