Born Sunday
Don Spooky
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Born Sunday I'm tired of hearing the lies They tell to me Just feel like closing my eyes The Run Away I'm trying to swallow my pride And run from it Hoping that one day Born Sunday I'm tired of hearing the lies They tell to me Just feel like closing my eyes The Run Away I'm trying to swallow my pride And run from it Hoping that one day No Degrees Yet But Rose still colder then winter Where that referee at I'm balling and I'm calling the winner Bet you didn't see that Coming You should call me the hitta Got all of you rappers running In fear of the shit I spit You niggas can all get hit Brooklyn We with the shits Brownsville Hitting licks They'll shoot you right in your shit The Chrome Even the 5th We leave you right where you sit Land of the Broken Christmas Where Presents always went missing The Presence of pops was missing Shits really Suspicious I tried to be optimistic By Ignoring my vision But God I can't dismiss it God I hate that feeling And God I Hate these niggas But God I'll play the Villan From the School of hard knocks But God I hate Detention Fools with soft pies Was Down playing the kitchen Then Down came all the victims That died from lethal injections Failed to learn the lesson But in Peace is where there Rest Em
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