Lyrics:
Most nights i'm in need by eleven
Sleeping gotta wake up at seven - forty five
And then I got an hour long drive, It's my demise
And I'm going
three black men)
It's just a day in the life (of three black men)
Day one
I wake up to the sun in the morning at the Justice hour
Refinement is in
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
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
leanin' to the left, gold dadens on them thang
I'm the MJG, pimp tight
Put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right
In a pina, butta, guts is a must
Drivin'
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
chocked full of stew meat
'Who, me?' said a speech bubble on a dog on a Sunday morning comic
Clipped and stuck up to the fridge with big chip bag magnet
a dust trail
Breaking our backs till 5 o'clock comes around
In this little town
Sunday morning service by the grace of God
Sitting in the front pew
a bitch out the crib if she frontin
With this emo hoe and she buggin
I got money i know that its comin
5 bands and your homie get hurt
5 bands and that
the morning waking hella early just to get work so you can prove you
Worthy lead the congregation on a Sunday
We all kind of lost maritime. Find me in the city
Five more hours underneath the sheets
Better send a postcard to inside my dreams
Half past ten on a sunday morn
And I can't move the weight of my
1981
You and me and the sunnyboy summers, a Kingswood backseat and the burning leather
The Blues had won that September dream, and Sunday mornings
things they'll keep you satisfied
Heaven's in the details
The devil's in letting them slip by
Your hand in mine
Sunday morning walking through the pines
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
time
So, just be ready by 5
How you feel?
How you feel?
When your hands behind the wheel
How you feel?
How you feel?
Now you going for the kill
How you
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
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
I'm just a young nigga tryna live out a dream
Make life so lucid where a nigga can control everything
By any means, imma king
In the clouds while I
a Christmas gift
Not the best father
But the best that you could be
And good enough for me
Only - by the time that I could see
You were gone
A Sunday
DJ turn it down
"Big drip", these be hand-me-downs
She on her knees, can't stand me now
I'm by myself, yuh, smoking up
I'm by myself just rolling up
5 AM on a Sunday morning
Walking uptown
With the rain in the snow
When I saw you
It came without a warning
A face I had never seen
A feeling I
5 A.M. on a Sunday morning
Walking uptown with the rain in the snow
When I saw you, it came without a warning
A face like I had never seen, a feeling
preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
Said, he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said, he saw a girl that looked a lot like you
young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, by the way
Said he saw a boy that looked a lot like you up
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