Lyrics:
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
And like the Knicks I got game like I worked at Hasbro
On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
You can't
And like the Knicks I got game like I worked at Hasbro
On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
You can't
[Melle Mel]
Melle Mel with the clientele
I'm gonna rock your chime and ring your bell
See I'm so bad and I'm so light
A lot of rhyme on a dime to make
I wrote this for you and I
Wishing I'd live through
What could've been you and I
Going through U-N-I
Memories, you in mine
Got me looking through
you mine, but it didn't work
Now I'm trying to draw the line
You make it hard
We were sitting by the campfire, looking at the stars
You asked me what
he bang, make you rubberneck
I'll bounce you like a voice-check
I'm a (Bulldog) like I'm a Ge-Ge-Georgetown HOYA!
[Chorus 4x's: Redman (Al Green
Can’t believe you’re mine
Forever my muse
Can’t believe you’re mine
Forever mine
When I say you’re mine it doesn’t me to say
That I think I own you
clientele but I will prevail
by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be
tryin' to get through?
Are you reachin' out for me?
I'm reachin' out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
sale em for the high real trapper still won’t miss a sale I’ll let em fly
My personal get stupid clientele since u wonder why like how da hell he get
can't believe
Its abstract Its abstract Its abstract
Seems to be this dream of mine ain't easy to achieve
Its abstract Its abstract Its abstract
All I
Yea
Cee Huncho
It look like love but it feel like hate
I can't comprehend
It seem real but everything fake
Like it's pretend
I was up then went down
thing
Fish scale
When I'm this booth like I'm spazzin'
You can't tell
I whip this juice like its magic
My fans just like clientele
I serve that package
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
you tell me to?
Don't you (know)
I can't tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can't seem to convince myself (why)
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
no reason left to whine
Everyday I feel i'm blessed
I got some homies that ain't make it here, but I can't sit and stress
Do my best, this shit ain't
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
Told me yesterday
That I could call you anytime
I promise by tomorrow that
I'm gonna make you mine
Something tells me I can make you
Happy this
through the microphone
Chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes hone in
But can't seem to clone
(I wake you up and as I stare
[Melle Mel]
Melle Mel with the clientele
I'm gonna rock your chime and ring your bell
See I'm so bad and I'm so light
A lot of rhyme on a dime to make
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