Lyrics:
Don't be a jerk, I'm telling your wife
I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood
I do, I do, I do
When Sunday comes, don't be a stranger
When Sunday comes, don't
Step alives against that sigh of mine
I have a celebrated studio waiting
For the first come
When the big night come through
The silence that Jah had was
My Girl Friday
( Written by Curtis Wright / Carl Jackson )
She stands there with her suitcase
We've been through all this before
I know it's
time you come around, baby
Now if you're down, baby
I can be the ground, baby, hear me running
Ain't nothing looking better than when I see you coming
in how to ball
Surrounded by niggas that sell
More powder than y'all
Standing like statues and they
Proud when they fall
Til then they selling dope
to Sunday I gotta get money
If I don't get it by Monday imma get it by Sunday
I was trading designers sometimes I do credit
When I go for my money they
define a successful man[00:59.28]Is by wearin a suit a with the specs like he Potter[01:02.29]It gets dark when you got no plan to get by
to Sunday
(eh, eh, eh,)
Sandra (Eh!)
Sandra (Eh!)
I know say you like to Lamba (Lamba)
Sandra
Sandra (Gbes!)
I know say you like to Lamba
You wan come sit
Hey guys, let's make love!
Let‘s make love on monday, I‘ll give you all my love I do 6 days long till sunday, let‘s start again, yes we will do
Hey
heart
Gave you all I had, then fell apart
And you just like a sunray, on a Monday
That's how it supposed to feel
Clear your whole day, every Sunday
Come by Sunday, we'll make like Monday will never come
Just to hear you say that you will pass by my way
We'll take the highway until we're gone
a super kinda chap
He likes shooting on Sundays
He likes killing people in the week
He likes to contemplate bitches
But when he starts to daydream
His mind
her walls
(LOOSE)
Who taking the crown
Said that I'm not bout it
Then come to my town
Burn them fuckin tires
When I find where he reside
My life used
day but Saturday be my day
I'm rolling with the Soul on skates
I can't wait
Time to let the good times roll
Let's lose control
When Sunday come, we've
When night came he watered
By fall he had the cold hard cash
When times get hard
Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad
The good book goes out
bitches i just want pussy
I just want money, ain't nothing funny
Y'all niggas keep laughing chopper gone dump
We gone tell'em
When it come to that walk
seems
Momma and daddy come by sometimes
And everything is fine
My old dog does a little singing
Late at night when the moon gets bright
Sunday
I met you on the Sunday night by that Monday morning
Overnight although I wondered overnight what's wrong with me
Overnight love walked right in
the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with Feng Shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
sorry that I only holla when I need a favor
But all my people really need a savior
Enough about me, what about you dawg
You beefin' with science?
And by
up
Weatherman said the rain could come
But it sure looks like a good one by god
Yeah it sure looks like a good one
We're just bunch of monday
father would tell me
"Son, run and don't never come back"
That's where I left my girl
That's where my heart is at, and oh
I held my breath when they
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