Lyrics:
was surprised
When you said you'll ride the night with me; you stayed by my side
Yh; you taking me back
You taking me back
Taking me back to twenty
Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights
It's twice a night for twenty-five nights
One more litle line, then everyone back to mine
Jesus in Vegas, taking
dew
Percolating, still have a little time for Sunday, ooh
(so baby, let's take it back to the crib)
(back to the, back, back to the)
Baby, I might
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21)
Morning dew
Percolating and still have a little time for Sunday, ooh
(So baby, let's take it back
When you're all alone
Sunday morning
A pistol by the phone
The chance is just as fat
As a union bureaucrat
That the life you wanna live
Ain't the one
Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
rocking the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch this strip, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feeling
Off that
talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large
We in the wind with the roof back
and the rafters
And I'm buildin' back piece by piece
I'm tryin' to fix her up a temple
My Lady of the Estill Springs
Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord
with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some
with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some
a surefire bet I'm gonna die
So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights
And it's not that I believe in your all might
But I might as well
As insurance or bail
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
ten fingers and ten toes
And it's a damn good thing cause He needs all twenty to keep the closet door closed
Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet,
they had to do
On Bloody Sunday
[chorus]
Sunday Bloody Sunday - still haunted by the cries
Sunday Bloody Sunday - twenty five years of lies
How long
Gold all on my neck
Bathing ape on my back
Even though I'm looking from the front
I can still see that back
I got racks on racks
No I'm not
was a runner
Went behind her back gave all her friends my number
She roll another blunt up, blowin' till I pass out
Made it rain twenty racks still
a runner
Went behind her back gave all
Her friends my number
She roll another blunt up
Blowin' till I pass out
Made it rain twenty racks
Still pullin' cash
kidnapped by this cracker white boy
And hoped I'd get back
They dreamin' 'bout millions, hopin' I'd get that (teleport)
Now I'm twenty-eight, at the Garden
knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple
Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple
If I catch his opp all by
Discuss these twenty twenty surgery by taking back sunday Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In