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on a Sunday
Woke up, I made two million on a Monday
You is my son, you will beat me up one day
I am too humble, nigga, that's my feng shui

Shells, shells,

pictures of you and I 
side by side

i check her Facebook page again
i do this constantly every day
'cause I'm a social media maniac
okay, I see the same

You're the scent of the rain 
That haunts me every day 
Hits me just like cocaine 
My love for you is in vain, yeah 

I hope you understand 

That I don't

ones
And that's by all means
All means lil' hater

What you know about them 10,000 hours I been putting in
Shit I already passed that like times ten
I

in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,

The Champion
Donald: Welcome back on this glorious sunday afternoon
for the final round of the Enbuary classic.
The legendary Champion is now

New York, I Love You (Vol. 10,000) 
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

Here's another hymn for the non-believers and the peasants who all think

Hey you how is your life these days
I want to know you more 
Sunday to Monday My love is growing bae 
It’s kinda unstoppable Stop act like you don’t

This day I woke up in time
To catch Tyrone spreadin’ leaves
Peeped out 'f' the window - wow
The weather is a bliss

None big things \\ not much -ish

Deep in the Jungle

Blackalicious

Melodica

1995

the start, you will crumble,
And you tumble, and you stumble
And I do it like that
From the end to the other end never gonna end,
Set a trend with the maniac

Soul Food

Cee Lo Green

The Closet Freak: The Best of Cee Lo Green the Soul Machine

2006

to me
Like that looking stupid of course
living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see

He serves her with a wink
When he's around she's like the tide
Same day, same drink
Sits by the door til closing time
Hangs herself in gloom
Can't he

and just breathe
Just be yourself, bring your fears hopes and dreams
Plenty of space to celebrate in the D
Different cultures throwing parties every day

I'm taking it day by day

Day By Day Day By Day
Day By Day Day By Day

Weary eyes illuminate worn down faces
Pride is pint sized a test locked in

yeah
Sunrise until moonrise I'll be
Steadfast cause our time flies
Monday until Sunday help me
Live like it's my last day
Jesus, my sin was great but

I'm on my Sunday drive, I still find the time
To write a rhyme so fly, Let me slide on by
I've got the vibe on 9 plus 1 times 5
Let me break it down

The Voice/Intro

Syleena Johnson

Chapter 2: The Voice

2002

live everyday like my last
 (I will make) Lemonade even when lemons is all I have
 (I will pay) All my dues and tithes in Sundays
 (I won't break)

'cause folks just couldn't care care care less less less 
As long as every day is Superbowl Sunday 
And larger than life women in lingerie 
Are pouting

of us touched but I still looked for more to hold

I don’t mind, but today like almost every other day is slowly slipping by
Do you have the time

Pussy by the dozen like some kittens in a litter
Babygirl been fussing I ain't hit her up all winter
I ain't true to my word, well bitch is that my

Chop Chop

YoungBloodZ

Pure... Hip-Hop

2011

from the play (?)
Maniacs off the wall
Real nigga's never fall
Pimpin by the day and through the week I'm gone keep it raw
I put it down
Let em know

rockin us to bed
Good music is my night med
I wish my, lyrics could cut like a knife in the back
A story to your head with a purposeful smack
Take you

want Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
Yeah, every day to her's a weekday
And I just do my wife for the weekdays
Make you feel alright every weekday

with that girl and
still took me back (oh yeah)

I could never forget that, all the pain and drama I caused you

Just never forget that every day