Lyrics:
and the lasses apprehensive and excited for a blast out on the old iron
Sunday mornings wouldn't be the same without a loud one, all through the shires
Come
the Veterans
To their families, their loved ones
And everybody that loves this country
It was a sweltering hot Sunday morning in the Saudi Arabian desert
Everybody talking about Monday
it’s still Sunday,
And I’m gonna drink til the morning
And I’m gonna drink til the morning
Skip another line, Got you 9 to 5
Train rollin' by about a quarter after five
With the whistle blowin'
Creakin' on the porch-swing swingin'
Sunday morning church bells ringin'
John
thoughts on Sunday morning like its hyperspace
They just type away their life ignore the hype of microwaves
5G in their system frequencies that stop your
Gotta wait five or six hours for the delta-8 to get out of my head
Sunday morning I reckon I'll be waking up rising from my grave
Gotta wait five or six
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
cooking all morning and you haven't touched a single bite
And nice young preacher brother Tailor dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner
5 in the morning woke up in the car and i'm riding this bitch in the front
and the whole time we were getting lil busy lil baby and after that we eat
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
feel like n***** ain’t
Been f****** with the tunes but
Now we taking 5 like Maroon &
We all gon bloom like flowers in mid June
Still on my honeymoon
My
your five cause I'm not maroon
Don't ask me a thing, you gotta assume
Beat up the beats, and they call it abuse
Air in my body, I got no excuse
Saying
Goodbye Sunday papers
Farewell evening news
Free press turned propaganda
Got the Sovereignty Blues
the first 5 seconds of sunshine
brings a mornin'
every Five minutes, and at no time
As mischievous Patty observed, mischievously, did I ever hit on Paula in any way
Come morning we were in someone's car
on a silver plate
European mornings are divided by style , to keep up
You have to face it every once and a while
Sunday morning , 5 a.m. , I'm running down
"That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, yeah"
Yeah
Real dark, real dark
Take it easy like Sunday mornin'
Fly shit I'm on the runway
I just keep you on my mind
Cause you're that silver lining, keep on shining on my darkest day
You're that Sunday morning, without warning hallelujah
all morning and you haven't touched a single bite
And that nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner
morning
Sun is up and someone
Here has lost his cups
The dawn is tattered all cut up
Goin' wild
Like a mystic child
Like a mystic child
Sunday
Really swing and shake your pretty thing
Yeah, the party's out of sight
Sunday morning in Harlem
Everybody's all dressed up
Oh now, heathen folks
Getting
alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing the parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
It's about out East
We got the talent, eating it up like a Sunday feast
Hearing from the doctor go get the priest
Cause as of now, emcees you're deceased
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