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you walk by
Underground rage but it pays to be top five
Hit this blunt, it hit make me cross eyed
Paranoid, flashing lights, don't like cop cars

They

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was gon' hit Atlanta, that's by any means, at my team
God the Father, Son, and Spirit, ain't no

Seeing you this morning
Asked you about last night
Did you sleep alright?
I'm glad that it's Sunday
Got to see your smile
Got to see your eyes
You've

labor,
And the pain that comes when you dream.

And his songs he would sing in the evening.
Simple words and melodies from life,
And I recall now one that

on one last time
before making the decision of my life
I turn around I hear a creek by the door
while I wait for the shadow
of you
I make amends though I

was born on a Sunday morning
Nary a notice or sign of warning
Unleashed like a beast astride the land
Doing the deeds that my father planned
It's cold

to focus
And grind i'm on a mission
Ain't wasting no time
Bags come by the boatload
I'm with the gang blowing racks out in soho
Bro got the chop make them

cheating spouse
Scottdale isn't stuck up like you think
We bump Too Short
By the pool
And invent blender drinks
It's 90 minutes
Driving fast
From Tucson
But

getting out of hand
Got me contemplating you're supposed to be my bae and shit
Don't play and shit remember
Back in my hay day jit
Where sunday school

Waking up on a Sunday morning
Love still in the bed
Breathing in the life you gave me
Thank God I said yes
I would never change a thing about us
I

a smoke

It was warm Sunday night in late July
Through the broken ole window Christmas lights still shined
We laughed and we joked old buddies for life

Sunday afternoon I was thinking about you
And the days go by so slowly without you
Summer is finally here but without you I'm still cold

if it's a problem, he gonna solve it
I remember swinging through East End, sunday evenings
Posted up by the court plotting and scheming
Them were

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Call me Cuba Gooding Jr I been fighting temptations 

Flying nimbus I’m on cloud 9

it ain't what it was
I'm making music
While y'all making noise
Working all week
Saturdays for the boys
Then come on Sunday
I stay with the fam
Only one

hearse
I done cried so many tears, I done fucked my shirt up
I'm tryna heal a broken heart by pouring syrup up
And the system still absurd
he got three

Daddy's running the moonshine still
Praying for some liquid gold
He's Running in them Oneida Hills
Where the crystal creeks stay flowing
Every Sunday

pretend that I'm fine but I'm dying man
I wanna buy a house with no creepy money
If you're by my side there's no sleeping on me
I need a warming heart,

surrender
When we finally blowing up, man our life will be better
Tour the world and selling records and these embroidered sweaters
Imma finally meet mac, yea

dem by the dozen

He been there from since a jit when my father really wasn't

Ever since I been a kid I been dreaming bout getting buckets

I ain't get

Looking for role models 
Daddy would never let me chase short skirts and gold bottles
See daddy was a preacher 
Daddy married him a Sunday school teacher
We

LOVE cND PRIDE LYRICS
WRITTEN BY SIPHO BcNDc
PERFORMED BY RcS KINKY

What ah ting ah what ah situationship, 
Woman too proud again di man too pompus,

here so let's have some fun
Prosaically consuming Marlboro lights
Living a great commodity based life
Perfect weather every night
Just need you by my

pass me by
But I know she's hurt
And I still can't find
Reasons why the motherfucking love went blind
Maybe I shine and you're a different dime
Baby I