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ain’t never made mistakes?
You think ‘cuz Daddy’s a Pastor
And Mama ain’t raise a bastard
Spent every Sunday in church
Maybe I’d follow the pattern

A parallel universe
Where life makes sense
Sunday we were blinded by the light
I was scared and shy
But drivin' by the light
We surprised each other with tears

boarding (Flights)
Boeing flight landing in the morning
Instagram location looking foreign
Living your best life is a calling
Sunday night appalling

her all the time
Is that too much to ask?

She works everyday for
A family by the beach
The glow of the good life
Seems so out of reach
The hours

friction
I rather multiply
Deuteronomy 7&6
Go and look at it wit yo own eyez
We chosen by THE MOST HIGH
Only people that he ever known
We the valley

steady callin'
Cuz they thought that I was ballin'
All I had was a dollar and a dream 
That floated me from Monday to Sunday 
I thought that I would be

really good with computers
Chattin with my side girl while my main girl
Thinkin it is a message by a YouTube user
I don't wanna lose her

Nah, I don't want

life down in and outta season
Thats my way
Breaking records thats the motto
Young Kidd from Toronto
Yeah I had to do this pronto
Look, always keeping it

Obama and meet her father as well

And make her give me head while we watching saved by the bell

But I like them cougars so I might just holla'

and get defensive
Navigate in life by rejecting incoming negative energy that’s enterin' into me
Like Beethoven unaware of the boo’s during a symphony
Pork

than AIDS
And more people than raid
In combat by troops with explosive hand grenades
So people hold poisonous snakes in his name
So people like

Listen up good and listen up close
This the type of story have yo mind feel blown
One day on a Sunday, lord say, that a young man by the name Georgie

some gold things
Toast and carrots, gold coasts, Molsens
To-matoes or mottos, katzen o gatos 
We're lapping up life by the bubble and bottles
Booze flu,

seat is a life sentence 
Almost on the home stretch 
Go the distance 
Pitch it and flip it 
Praying for a ticket I need it 
If I leave in the morning

on a Sunday
Puking by the barclays

You want the happy home on a cul de sac
A corner office and a cadillac
a ride on the Montauk Cannonball 
So you can say some

to the blonde with the bust, the rambling man
each one convinced by the tale that they're dragging marking their life through the lie of this land.

It's no use

the place of life.
She believes that people are lice
who eat her, so she bites first her
thirst increases year by year and by the time
the sheen has

the pieces
Get me to love you on sunday morning
I will be gone by dawn
it's not that you don't deserve me baby
life even breaks the most solid of rocks

Here

She's, blessed like a Sunday
Face belongs on a runway
With a smile that'll put you in a good mood on a Monday
My amore my honey
One day imma give her

Late driving on a Sunday
Daytripping watch the sun change
I’m tripping in the worst way
I need a new taste
I gotta get away
I’m tired of all this

Yesterday was Sunday 
I told ya. I need my money by Monday 
I smell money, it means they're cookin it
I ain't got no more time to waste
Imna take mine plus

Jesus come to Texas
I've been down in a hole just a little too long
I need you love just to carry on
I spent my whole life waiting on the world

to breathe

Watching the high blue late summer sunday sky
While time just slowly passes you by
Thing could have been so different, if you had gone an other way

Run by my lonely no phony square’s in my circle
Fuck with the loyal and they can be square as erkel
Purple punch and Sunday driver, mixed with a lil