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Yeah
Hey cutie its a twelve in the clock
Got a Sunday night with a kid called DROXXX
Get the Jukebox on turn the lights all off
Gotta pull
My mama stayed in the church
Granny make sure we was there every Sunday
On the block I was raised by the worst
So much pain the shit made me hurt
the day and it's calling
To stand up for what's right
I'm carried by grace
I'm carried by perfect peace
It starts a new day
Where goodness will follow me
Caught up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit
It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We
one day to find the dream was over
Through my groggy eyes
I thought I could rewind by simply dozing off
Despite how hard I tried, was never any closer
start in life
But I'm hoping to straighten out this time
Not by my strength of course not!
I gat good days and bad days and Sunday
And I know I'm getting
the lights it was dark at the house
But I knew I was bright still, shawty
Then they cut off the heat and my heart got cold
I'm talkin' about ice chills,
me back to Football Sundays, football in the park
Mighty fine, football Sundays, playing in the dark
Forget the injuries, forget the two left feet
I’m
and drink
I really never cared about tomorrow
But on a sunny Sunday of girls and pool
The lawyers came to let me know the news
I had lost my treasure
It took
the man you wanted
Someday maybe I'll see you 'neath the sunset
Sunday maybe I'll hear the good news proclaimed
Monday maybe I'll throw it all away
Fickle
you wanted
Someday maybe I'll see you 'neath the sunset
Sunday maybe I'll hear the good news proclaimed
Monday maybe I'll throw it all away
Fickle
Put your food on the scale, food on the scale
Ayy, it's not everyday trap on Snap
You wanna test? It's fine by me
New era, hit 'em with the new
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
Me circle smaller than me keyring
Me links dem big govan d streetz
Me move calmer dan d Sunday evenings
Cuz me know say nobody skin nuh too tuff fi
hard fever
Switch from the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in this
single day I send my paintings first
And every Thursday through Sunday I can't wait to work
Cuz then I see you, you so regal and I wait my turn
Cuz if you
money
Why these n***** laughing ain't really shit funny
Mane back in the day ya woulda been a crash dummy
Making a profit thats sunday to sunday
I was
Caught up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit
It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We
on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
Caught up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit
Banana Pudding Cupcake on a Friday
Banana Pudding Cupcake on a Saturday
Banana Pudding Cupcake on a Sunday
I want You Seven Days A Week Not Just One Day
more than a prayer
Someday, Sunday's gonna be one of those fun days
Some way
I apologize for everything I ever said or ever did
I just wanted to love
I got so lost in dark days
All I need is far more space
Away from home
I forgot how I came here
So I'm off alone traveling my mind
I had a dream that
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
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