Lyrics:
at the county fair
My baby's my kind of crazy
A million dollar smile
In a five hundred dollar car
She talks to Jesus
Every morning before it starts
Hates
and dine till the morning light
But if you're trying to keep me baby I can do it not tonight
Are you prepared for the creep 5 or sleep by
So ain't no
the promise
Of life outside a world of nine to five
and Sunday
I didn't know how rich I could be
Until you gave your love to me
Don't you see, you light up
On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning
Lies a body oozin' life
Someone's sneaking round that corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
Oh there's a tugboat
the morning
Getting woke up by the sun
Could give what you need
You just gotta tell me
I could be yo man
Or you ain’t gotta love me
We don’t need a title
Shordy
If Monday will determine my future
Then Tuesday we'll determine my past
And Wednesday I'll get back to the present
But Thursday's gonna come by too
other
Like I live this
Life the fun way
Fun way
Oh that's how it goes
It goes
It goes
Aye aye aye
And then it's Monday
It's Sunday
It's all here funds
the promise
Of life outside a world of nine to five
and Sunday
I didn't know how rich I could be
Until you gave your love to me
Don't you see, you light up
Harold Hoppus sat in his velvet reclining chair
Sipping a glass of scotch and reading
The previous evening's edition of the post
It was Sunday
blinded by the flashing lights
Had the freaky bitches chilling on the side
They Tryna rest I'm Tryna keep the vibe alive
Remember days I was working 9-5
money
You took my heart from me
I'll never be the same
Now killing won't be hard for me
Cause I can't feel a thing
Sunday morning, preacher in
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
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
talkin' all that trash
(you the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
you're doing to me
What you're doing to me
What you're doing to me, yeah
We could check in tomorrow
Or check in the morning
Or sit on the lawn in
there
He was pulling hair and I was minding mine
The reverend preacher Sunday morning Power 105
One of the reasons I decided I should give shorty just
my ear, so I add a quire to it
I tell her shut the fuck up, cuz I'm leaving by morning
mobile telephone
It's two for the price of three all week at CareFive
Sale starts on Sunday morning
Come on down on Sunday night and sleep over
In our
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
by the way the girls act across the street
Hit the horn, but no stallin', keep ballin'
4 o'clock Sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
Fall in full
screaming am I dead or alive
And the clock says five
It's only five in the morning
I'm covered in sweat
Am I hungry? you bet!
Cold turkey's what I'm
in the morning
It hurts from 9 to 5
It hurts you from the day you're born
It hurts to be alive
To be alive yeah
They hurt you by the kilogram
They
couple
Elevated I didn't sit around stuck
Make the decision it don't come by luck
Full speed headed to money
Trap Saturday til next Sunday
Spot jump like
and sometimes Sunday too
Five-hundred dollar check, and that's no disrespect
But I'm a talent goddammit, you watch, I'm tellin' you
We had it all mapped out,
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