Lyrics:
And she agreed that I would
Be her number seventeen
So we were married Sunday
I was ready for the thrill
And they buried her on Monday by
The tree up
better
I just got a couple corny-ass sweaters
And my family embarrassed me
Because apparently
Getting arrested twice in a month
Is worthy of a parody"
Just
you can keep that
I’m better off by myself
Haven’t hit my phone up in a month or two that’s something new
All of the resistance made for distance,
and sweet
Said meet me by the river on the edge of town
Down by the water when the sun goes down
Whispered I’d make good on all the promises I said
But
[Trip Locc]
Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep
ridin passenger in a Suburban peep
we had a ball last night, me and the crew
I'm sayin
take a month of Sundays
John said “Joe we need a plan – Sure could use another set of hands”
A sense of emergency came over me and I said….
All gathered 'round in our Sunday best
After the service on them old church steps
Congregation spilling into the streets
Ain't it funny how
He didn't feel too well that Saturday,
But he was sure by evening he'd be OK,
He'd never had a cold in his whole life,
So why would he be dealt this
all you guys do is watch TV"
What did you expect? We watched lee harvey oswald get shot
Live on tv one Sunday morning, we were afraid to change
that I'm in the cage
They bring me to Sunday mass
But it never wiped the rage
Red, I love you and the world
Seven months gone and seven years to go
Yodah, Humili-T, Law Z, Jet B, Albie, Fiifi Vikiko,Wilber, El, Zion Enigma too
Inkredible, Original Dad, Sunday school boys MEK, Herbert, El-cee, Kings
They must've thought I was invincible,
But, by Your grace, I didn't crumble,
Maintaining my composure,
Had to find a way to keep the ball in motion.
months later body spotted by some folks thats fishing.
That's why I only roll with her cause she gone hold me down
any time I need her true indeed i know
211s funding the freak show
Just a wayward teen
Very little means
So his dreams were
Clouded by schemes
Really just lost in a scene
It's was the music
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
at night
Droning along like a dissonant song by an amateur symphony
How come I can only tell you I love you when you're sleeping in the passenger seat?
the rubbish
With the other broken toys
Disposed by a vicious public
R-R-R round we go
B-B-B back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys
Clout chasing
getting suntanned by the pool had to call a plumber because he had the right tool to fix my hummers rear passengers side door then it was getting cold last
trying to talk, get off of my zipper
Tell me if you don't creep hoe
Why'd you hide your receipts for?
And why's your passenger seat low?
Your home girls
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 where I was born
If
yeah
Let's get it
Better have my money by Monday
Been a month of Sundays
Humpty dumpty fell off
Took off on me and he fled the country
Then had some
there
Sheriff Thompson said Scott just got home,
Spent 18 months in Iraq
Gonna pick him up and get gone,
Gonna raise a little hell cause he's back
You
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
I've been hanging by a thread for a month of Sundays
Mom says we gon get out of this rut someday
Still searching for a new lease of life
God knows I been
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