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was a real girl
Did she die when I woke
I sleep straight through to tomorrow
And look for her till I go broke
I found myself by the highway
That I ride

angels and I'll fall for addicts, and I'll crush on anxiety and get crippled by it at The same time
The rats in that walls they remind me that I have got

like a weak fuck

Sometimes I wonder if im gonna
Be somebody some day

Had a change of heart forgot
How to rest on a sunday

Minor inconviences control

I used to go to a Pentecostal Church
And almost every Sunday they would have a Time of prayer.
They call all the poor and needy all the injured

out of my life

I've not heard from her in a month of Sundays
Not got a call or text this time
I guess I'll stand here and hang my head
And search for

Sitting in the parking lot
Watch the 171 go by 
Got some bread in the passenger, ask him why they look at her 
Flower still on my mind 

Sent a text,

Saw you on a Monday, it was the fifth, the month June
I prayed that maybe our eyes would meet and real soon, we'd start something that no force would

to the gate
Flying miles, endless skies, hotel rooms await
Passengers laughing, business talk, but I'm far away
Because time stands still on an airplane today

IHOP

Kevin Gates

I Don't Know What 2 Call It

2014

attacking ya
Up to 40 calibre, oncoming passenger
Scaffold through the tourist section
Stole all the traffica
See him with his clique
He used to mug, but

You arrived on a Sunday, without warning, without fanfare
Grey skies turned clear, just with your arrival
Small, but giant, you made your home in my

light
Caught a glimpse of you in the corner of my eye
But there wasn't nothing on the passenger side
That wasn't behind me

And little by little babe

Caroline the Wrecking Ball

O.A.R.

The Rockville LP

2014

I ever asked

Just outside the city on a Sunday last July
The girl's name was Brandy but we called her Caroline
No one even knew her history
Said she

to the face
But it's not cocaina
Where yo bitch
Passenger seat of me whip
That's the last time I seen her
Shawty said
Ion don't care who you fuck
Make sure ion

and
The weeks of the months
And the months of the years go by
I'm giving up 'til you turn it around

On the east side, on the west side
On the south side too you

You're in the passenger seat
And the stoplights pass on this old familiar road
So listen to me
Let me be your man
Trust me now because
I've taken the wheel

still a magpie and a pest but we'll be sure to salute
Dressed as neat as a pin, in a sharp patchwork suit
No, never in a month of Sunday's will you find

I have more peace in these 24 hours, than i had in my 24 years
365 days times by 2, 
26 now I don't bow to fear 
Mum acting up, Pops got the block

demons
They relax in my dome
Another flick from my bic
As they welcome me home
I see too many lines
The road is blocked by her phone
I'm in the passenger

favourite cafe
In time, do family stuff, ooh
We could spend the whole night by the sea
Or just Sundays binge watching TV
In time, we could fall in love
Yeah I

You know you don't deserve a medal
Seven months ain't much to settle
Never caught me counting petals
Wasn't crying like a kettle
And you you weren't

the
First time I drove solo Lolo was in the hospital see by this
Time he got really sick the kiss of death left him a hicky but being the
Fighter he is went

Soldier out notebook no stop notification's broken network
Errors I am suspicious there's saturat' doses fixed by tolls's
Broken networks on my mind

traffic
Boy my blood be hotter than the month of May
I been tryna cool it, take it day by day
I gotta stick and zip up in the passenger
Crack it
Better

sick dawg
Bet yuh catch a fever
Yup
Ah bagga grip
By di time yuh leave yah
Stop
Nuh Badda trip
Cause we ano idiot
(Dawg )
Me jus get me visa
Miami
JFK