Lyrics:
link then it sound like a fun day
I won't leave my house on a Sunday
Recording all day so I won't see a sun ray
When I come out everybody wanna see me
I
I promise you that I could stay
If you wanted me to
It feels like Sunday
When you'd call me up again
We could do whatever
Never have to play pretend
to barely get by
You’re not gonna find what your looking for
You can’t deny you need something more
When you’re searching for love
Just open up your eyes
Friday
Go eat on Sunday
U know I got you come my my way
Him licking on my body
That’s just what I fantasize
I been reminiscing
Break me down and make
The years go by so quietly
Yet another Sunday comes and goes
Another Monday waits for me
And I'm old enough to know better
I know enough to see
The years
Yo, gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius, when it come to the numbers
Do it for the young fathers, still signing
on Sunday; oh by the way,
he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge,
and she and Billy Joe was throwin' something off
Sunday
He comes when I call him,
Yeah, he knows his name
One day I'll saddle up
And the two of us will ride away
This weather I could almost stand
come to see me rip every Friday and Saturday night
When I'd blow him a kiss from the pue Sundays,
You'd swear he saw the light
Oh, woah, woah, woah! Oh
on Sunday they diss ya, but come Monday, they need you
Quit tellin' lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back, you'd probably be with me on this
curas on Sunday fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
It started in Havana in
surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke
know you gotta work, so tomorrow night,
don’t waste time, come on, oh-oh-ver
If you need me let me know, if you want me, let it show
When my love hit
about what I feel strong about
But In my mind I'm right about the shit I know I'm wrong about
Part time friends pick and choose when they come around
I
sundays but i might mow you
(Ha)
Broke boy dont come to me wit wit broke moves
My life like a movie swing that Fye just like sum pro tools
Bitch you
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
a sign before I timeout
And girl you know I've got you so lets ride out
This Life
Goes by
But don't cry
When I'm gone
In this life
Be strong
Don't cry
When
caught and
They come arraign me
It be a surprise witness that come to hang me
I figure, if I'mma do it
I'mma do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by
teams
Coached by our dads
But it's the same place hell was raised
When they wanted to open a bar on Main
Clutchin' their pearls when we mention race
'Cuz
closing in
I had a dream that we were way back when
A place by the ocean
A ruinous house
Of stairs rags and scaffolds
At the far end of town
We made our
a robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were murderers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Come
all that by mistake
Goes in the morning and come home now
Good God, the words like food in my mouth
My darling, far from you
The devil finds work for
Yeah, she come correct, cause ain't no other way to come
Yeah, she know I be running all night to Sunday
Aye, you know I don't play, she know I like
surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke
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