Lyrics:
the bag
Stay quiet and still because you
Know where all mad
If you move your gonna die
Let the sparks fly
Smile like a maniac now your goods are mine
Bad is
day
Can't you see that we stressing
So I dey rest every Sunday
Like the G Up in heaven
Sunday for the gods
Everyday for the Man Dem
We be on the job
Ok so Brunch is set on Sunday for Baltazaar
The waiters always forget that I don't want onions on my salad
Every week we go and they always put
The Sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together
so face it
We laugh when your pain is so much it hurts
When the skies and everything falls black
You will find it is by design and it's all bad
Half
compete
My skills is way superb
Don't be fooled by what you see
Just listen to what you heard
The day that I'll die
I'll probably be immortalized
Cause imma
alibies
When your uncle called you to learn
About his secret ideas for your turn
He said don't play your days away, your karma is honey
For men who are
and just breathe
Just be yourself, bring your fears hopes and dreams
Plenty of space to celebrate in the D
Different cultures throwing parties every day
living out every single second Like 654, 321
Every new day brings a lesson and every day I get is a blessing It goes
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday,
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning
You're the cresendo to that melody, that melody I love
La da da da da da da da da da
Better days and get aways
'Cause every day is a holiday with
You're the cresendo to that melody, that melody I love
La da da da da da da da da da
Better days and get aways
'Cause every day is a holiday with
I'm busting in the instrumental like a fucking maniac
The Heiny drinking representor is a fucking brainiac
Imma eat this booming track and call this
(Guys this orange, is ginamenerosorous, whatever you-)
Uh
Feeling like an idol
No Abel
No wheelchairs
Not disabled
Broke my leg
Once I was 12
(Walked
Sunday?
An while we're at it throw in every other day to start
I know people make promises all the time
Then they turn right around and break them
Forever in their hearts the fun days
Like their footprints in the sand
Forever and a month of Sundays
They will love till then...
wanted the world of you
You wanted the same of me
Is this the same dream I see
This is behind the scenes
And I think that one day
These scenes
We can play
Poetry) O' Woe is Me,
She could probly hear the music of the heart
Like a Cop, She know the Beat*
The Way She WalkZ (ch) Such a Treat*
It'Z Like Ya Favorite
Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Well in peace
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin' is never
darker days more than some brighter days
Can't even pray, feel like God would just laugh in my face
Demons jumping me like every day 'til I light mary j,
If this is love I think I know
I think it feels like
Slow down Sundays
Stunting on a Monday
If you wanna run away then we can run away
Hometown
All the shit I scene tryna channel it put it on your screen like the analyst
I don't gotta scream where the camera is
Cause they never seen a man
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
You are my perfect sunday,
I need you by my side,
Without you it’s like monday,
I want you one more time.
And I can’t be the same anymore,
Without
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