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Sunday morning it’s a vibe, Wilson B. Nkosi (Let’s go)
6 by 9, for the brand new (Ishu)
Slide it by for the homie
It’s a vibe, for the chart
Five
There's a stone garden were my lover lies
The flowers never grow they bloom there and die
Much like the day when the earth was stilled up and tears
This is my first confession my father its
So hard spilling my heart like gaza strip
So far I'm scarred like its part of my skin
Its carved in by
With my face stung with drink I am longing for my rest. Tuesday morning is dawning I'm still stood in my Sunday best. Can you hear the clicking
Eighteen years had come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loadin' up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
I-I-I-I-I-I see some hoes'
In here
Ayo' TrackBoyz,
It's cool if I bring my other cats
From St. Louis on this one?
Come on.
Girl as you came
I met her on a sunny Sunday afternoon
She hit me with a smile warmer than the days of June
By then I knew she had to be in some way a part of me
And I'm no Sunday columnist.
One mind, one mouth, all bets off.
Less talk, more vigorous lipwork.
Come on, grind and polish it until it shines!
Where do
the highest bidders
Remmy and Peri for all the thickness
Better come near me cause you wanna listen
Girl the way you looking now now now
Oh my God that booty
And I Wait For,
Cuz You My Everything,
And My Everything Is You.
See I Met You On Monday,
One Day After Sunday,
I Saw You In The Hood,
And I Knew Dat It
Treat me like your Sunday's, treat me like I'm holy
Don't be acting horny, don't be acting like no phony
I'm a real bitch, I could rock it by my lonely
Cause we'll be here waitin'
Started feelin' guilty when I felt amazin'
If I'm part of the problem
Then it's complicated
If I could point a finger
It'd
give a soft growl
I be havin' business waitin' on
Me when I touch down
I'm finna buy some more chains
Ain't enough 'round
You ain't got no other choice
Sunday comes around, I catch a smile on my face
All the vibes that you bring, they cannot be replaced
We got the sun shining bright, it's gonna be
just need affection
Dont be rude just give me hand
Helping each others
Say white black yellow ho
Helping each others
When i need you come to my
it
Never thought about me
When I was with you
I'm supposed to let go
But I can't do
Drinking from these bottles
Hoping that it comes true
I thought you
more
Like what you like doing when the weather is a storm
And would you have have a child by the age of 24
Yeah i know you like my questions and I got so
lived a couple as fat as they could be
So what they did was get together and started a family tree
Well year by year the tree did grow
They might've
that time when we stayed up all night
Watching a film about The West Memphis Three
Kitchen disco Fridays, dressing up for nights in
Sundays spent all
'Cause you sing those death
Death, devil, devil, evil, Evil songs"
When six pallbearers put her down
And laid her body in the ground
My eyes were wet, my
my own name
Free, but I'm trapped in my own brain
I won, but I'm beat by my own game
Before I could walk in my own lane
Trust me, come clean, no shame
rivals
The revolution is televised
Came up trynna make a way reaching for the stars
True to my religion the regime all about the squad
Sunday church
just a simple man
But when he talks to the Lord even a little child can understand
I was awful young and reckless the thought still comes to me
When
provided everything I need
so how come I feel like a loser?
you don't like the way I say goodbye
leave the party when nobody's watching
You become a ghost
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