Lyrics:
Well I Left Texarkana with nothing but dust in my veins Been a month of Sunday's since I last felt the rains I picked up my bags and hopped
on fire!
City on fire!
Will we be married on Sunday?
That's what you promised
Married on Sunday!
That was last August
Kiss me!
City on fire!
Rats
too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick
back, but maybe that's just me though
On Sundays, the ground beef filled pastelitos
Chris, Derek, and I, avid trio
Rapping gleefully, I thank them for why
want no bitches only want you in my bed
On a lazy Sunday morning with pancakes being fed
Yah
aye
yah
aye, aye
Yah
Aye
Yah
Aye, aye
Go
When I'm with you I
to find
That means an increase in the welfare line
Crime rate is rising too
If you are hungry, what would you do?
Rent is two months past due
went away to cellege to get herself some knowledge
She just got back a month ago
She had changed a whole lot I found out she was not
That little girl
favourite cafe
In time, do family stuff, ooh
We could spend the whole night by the sea
Or just Sundays binge watching TV
In time, we could fall in love
Yeah I
to Sunday, Sunday to someday it’s gonna be heavenly
Tore myself apart, broke myself to get the recipe
Now I got recipe now I’m preaching to my destiny
You
It's been 9 years since the day I thought would never come
Took me by surprise and then completely shocked everyone
You battled on your own but I
Flick the bell the gate that fell open so wide three months to ride
In the dark a train will spark grinding its rails for some holy grail
Face down
sick dawg
Bet yuh catch a fever
Yup
Ah bagga grip
By di time yuh leave yah
Stop
Nuh Badda trip
Cause we ano idiot
(Dawg )
Me jus get me visa
Miami
JFK
Okay
Watch
Yeah, Tommy just got out of jail (got out of jail? Got out of jail)
Two months he couldn't make bail (couldn't make bail? Couldn't make
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
wasn't three months after I left
That papa done gone lost his mind
We found him in the shed with a bullet in his head
And the dog sittin' by his side
Oh
Don't know the time or day but the fact is, I don't care
Ain't worked in a month of Sundays and Monday's never here
This margarita, senorita,
to find
That means an increase in the welfare line
Crime rate is rising too
If you are hungry, what would you do?
Rent is two months past due
a month of Sundays
Maybe in a war I would still read the wrong signs
But I don't mind it
Being in the darkness, baby
To be by your side, I would walk
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
enough it can sure give me wings to fly
But first I feel I have to say goodbye
Going through the weeks and flying by the months
And showing off in front
bottles
By the dozen
On the bar
Where I was servin
Swerving through streets
On ten drinks
Life is over
Anyway I'm gonna go live for moment
Reck this rover
She wakes up from the deepest sleep she's had this week
She'd like to know why she's so tired
Flicking through last month's Country Living
Life's
Daddy's running the moonshine still
Praying for some liquid gold
He's Running in them Oneida Hills
Where the crystal creeks stay flowing
Every Sunday
hated by a couple but I'm love by gyally
And mans retarded so put down the bally
Swarmz keeps coming with a hox white alley
Don't let me run tru'
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