Lyrics:
Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me
It's how it's supposed to be
Hanging on every touch
Baby don't rush, no no
Baby don't rush
Throw
friend
Trust we will not offend
Which we'd never intend
By suggesting we spend
Oh, spend
This magnificent Sunday
Oh, Sunday
With you
No rain clouds
No self doubt
Not stressed out
On a Sunday morning
Chilled out by the lakeside
Only good vibes
On a Sunday morning
Aye, It's Sunday
Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me
It's how it's supposed to be
Hanging on every touch
Baby don't rush, no no
Baby don't rush
Throw
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
is coming out next year
In a world where no one cares about other drivers
Smegville Studios presents
If You Indicate I Will Cut You Off
Starring Tom
alright if you leave with my friend
Tom's diner! Tom's diner! That was her ringtone
I know her number by heart, but promise! I won't call
One liners, one
get it Monday through Sunday
cll we know is go get money
We get it Monday through Sunday
We ain't slipping man we keep protection we know the robbers
Tom Waits for No One by Dan Johnson
I took the battery out of the clock on the wall,
That ticking was driving me crazy.
I flicked an ash just before
Rush powered by beat Street
Butchers of Greenleaf ooh
Holding hammers ratchets and bears
If manners maketh the man
Pour the standard and keep it there
Never rush
If you rush you go crush
Never rush
Never rush
If you rush you go crush eee
Life no be easy if you wan kech top
You for take it easy
Don't rush
the wage that disappeared
A body lay, made redundant by sunday
Eyes sold to the window - watching the sublime sunshine circus in my sky
Occupy a scattered
cll we know is go get money
We get it Monday through Sunday
cll we know is go get money
We get it Monday through Sunday
We ain't slipping man we
She a baby gangsta, Kodie Shane
(Maybach Music)
Roll one up, no Backwoods
Swishers, yes
Let's get this money
What kinda shoes dem is you got on?
I'd rather wake up Sunday morning like I woke up yesterday
On my own
Don't need no body keeping cozy lying next to me I'll take
My own soul
But you
Saturday and Sunday
I, I get over you
Red, green, blue now
Feel the rush now
Filling up my heart
Red, green, blue now
Feel the rush now
Filling up my heart
I
on Sunday, oh, by the way
Said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you upon Choctaw Wridge
She and Billie Joe was throwin' something off the Tallahatchie
mornin' and you haven't touched a single bite
That nice young preacher brother Tailor dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday oh by
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
dinner 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 throwing somethin'
dinner 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 throwing somethin'
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
friends keep on callin'
We keep on stallin'
No rush to go
So let's just keep em talkin'
Too drunk to drive home so you spent another night
It's becoming
dinner 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 throwing somethin'
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