Lyrics:
bitches for your cheap little thrills
There you go again swallowing your pills
Six months go by
Don't dial my phone
But I just heard the voicemail
Sounds
be back in
6 months", and I can't feel the distance
Heavy rain but i'm still burning
Lost my mind when i'm bleeding
Hiding through the shadows
And I'm
Sunday
To don your black and white
Shooting straight from the pulpit
You'd point us toward the light
At the last Thanksgiving
Family praying side by side
don't want the beef, 'fore I put him on the grill
He get smoked by the gang, we rollin
He can't fight this switch
And I can't fight these feelings for
the one
This is the one
Oh this is the one
This is the one
She's waited for
I'd like to leave the country
For a month of Sundays
Burn the town
of foals
Coal eyes
Mesmerized by my basilisk thighs
Forlorn core was brew!
Move my team by dream floods
Watch us buy the blood
Flow of lambs
Sanitized
the one
This is the one
Oh this is the one
This is the one
She's waited for
I'd like to leave the country
For a month of Sundays
Burn the town
Wisdom Born is my physical degree, in the month of Understanding
Wisdom Culture my seed birthday, all born to Wisdom Cypher
Big rhymin' since Bill
the slinky on the steps of that scene in Ace Ventura, and Cupid is Jim Carey
Hi, I'm Jon, and I'm sorry that I'm the absolute worst at this
And by "this", I
and a butcher knife
Another strive
Had it coming survived
Raised by dogs
Cracked the locks
Fixing the machine
Hand me the torks
They coming the orks
Running porks
I picked her up and she looks all dolled up (she looks good)
Sitting passenger in my rag impala (yeah)
I let her know she looks beautiful to me
I picked her up and she looks all dolled up (She looks good)
Sitting passenger in my rag impala (yeah)
I let her know she looks beautiful to me
about the message
As I walked down the alleyway it was a Sunday
And all my friends deserted me because you painted me
As the fraud I really was
are the liiiight
The calm in the day
Senior year abroad I ripped
The pea out of the pod
In store for three months
Of exile in spain
Where was
As a youth, each Sunday, Dawn went to Church and
Paid her respects and not to mention was a virgin.
Kid pushed up, Dawn lettin' him
Since he made her
Swear I done had so many wishes n different decisions that I coulda made
Cant question god cus it'll get better it could be sum months it could be
ways
Why you never see me on Sundays?
Why I don't be calling you back babe?
Dodging bullets
Dodging bullets
Dodging
Dodging bullets
Dodging bullets
One month backwards I'll be singing at the sun
I wish you both the rest
But the best is still to come
One month backwards I'll be singing at the sun
bombing the shit of them.
1971 , 25th of November was the day I was born.
2 months later 1972
Bloody Sunday in Derry, It made the world news
The Brits put
way I no get shishi
No get kobo no get a pin
Mama stood by me la ti pinishi
Woo oju iya ri alot ni to ri temi
Jah bless me o I won bless mama
Jah
for it
Everyday and every month yeah
Monday to Sunday
I forgot the months yeah
Everytime I get money I be dancin'
Everytime I get money I be spendin'
to the pad
KC got the bricks off through his dad
From then on
KC knew he was the man
Bout a month passed
Rick doing bad
He done lost it all
Man gone mad
stimmy nigga act right
Better do right by the people
Can't fight the evil with evil
Look at my protest it's peaceful uh
Word to my momma we about to go
A month of Sundays, law enforced
The church's new torture is now enforced
A month of church every day
Is what they want without delay
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