Lyrics:
just missed your chance
To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man
I found myself losing focus at a Sunday service
Embarrassed so I
you home and we can play a game
Well 9 months came and 9 months went,
Sydney was blessed with a heaven sent,
She said come by me, I've got a surprise,
Once we were old enough to complain and whine about Hindu-Stani ?Canna every Sunday night, we had popcorn and watched the Muppet Show in the living room.
the day gets me so unglued
I'm kept together by the thought of you
No question how I'm getting by
It's always you, every time
Heading home from Sunday
And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote?
The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by
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on the Southern railroad.
It was 97, the fastest train
Ever ran the Southern line,
All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97,
For she's bound
nights I'm waiting long
Saturdays we takin' off
Sunday might be by myself
In my room
Bakin' off
But baby off her short fuse
Like to use those hands a lot
Russian gauge
Weeks turn into months
And the enthusiasm wanes
Sacrifices in seas of mud, and still you don't know why
All their lives are just a puff
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destination
Without carrying any passengers in an endless motion
What have you become
cfter months of being alone?
Have you found a way to heal your
Never thought that what we had would end up this way
Couple months have passed where we had Nothing to Say
A couple voicemails and i keep pressing
night?" we could just stay in
When Sunday comes we could do the same thing
Ya' I've got a hunch with you
I'd do it for months
And then with all our luck
even a yo or wagwarn
By the 6 month marker I had moved on but stayed far from the vale (veil) like a bride that didn't show up
I've grown up and don't
and your kind heart displayed
You turned 63, a week later, you're in the ER
Easter Sunday, who woulda thought the next month would be hard
Like you, I'm
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
Sunday morning, wishing you joy
Sunday morning, thinking ‘bout Floyd
Old leaves have fallen to make room for more
Hard to understand the problem
Sunday morning, wishing you joy
Sunday morning, thinking ‘bout Floyd
Old leaves have fallen to make room for more
Hard to understand the problem
Second Sunday of the month
It is time
It is time
It is time when she will come
My dear daughter
Whom
I missed these days
And my sorrow
Is gonna be away
Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside
Tears runnin on down her face
Big sis by her side
She can't help the case
They all alone in a foreign place
I ask em "what's wrong?"
They say "no
Homeboy in the fed, a hundred twenty months (ten)
He be down by three, get out a couple months
I gotta quit fucking with you
I can read between
love you and you love me
Cigarette burns still in the passenger seat
Each night I pray for your misery
I pray to god that you remember me
Laugh every
ends
I don't worry bout a thing with my boys we got bands
Get her in my ride drive around in the city lights
Like a penthouse passenger she a pretty
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