God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hide it in a hiding place Where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry With your
in the mirror At the face you don't recognize Help me call the doctor, put me inside Put me inside, put me inside Put me inside, put me inside I keep
it. Try not to bruise it. Find time, don't lose it. [Mental Health (Bang Your Head)/Quiet Riot] Bang your head. Metal health'll drive ya mad. Bang your
we noticed that you had a gift by god But you been through a hard time struggling Through your career But you kept pressin' on You never gave up on your
Is hard upon your heart And it's just that you're concerned for me Sweetheart, I understand You do the best you can, with who I am You go to church on Sunday
do it Put it down nigga, ready now move it Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Sunday
noise, talkin' 'bout me and my boys Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his mo thug music Put my name in your mouth
were thinkin you could not be got [Chorus: repeat 2X] This is not a game Niggaz want a lifestyle with finer thangs Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs Runnin on
you For standing so tall Go on and take a swig Of that poison and like it And don't ask For silverware Don't ask for nothing Go on and put your ear
It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It feels like a Sunday night for you and me It's a Sunday night, there's nothing like a Sunday night Sunday
, just face the fact Queen bee, baby, your front page lady All them other, put them back on page 80 Ask Jamie, your girl get unpredictable Not your typical
will mel like chocolate I'm soulja boy tellem can I drop a hit Fuck dat put my cd on da shelf I'm so fly I be hatin on myself I'm like fuck soulja boy
leave, leave, leave u Boy, I'm 'bout to leave, leave, leave u I put this on my mama, you keep doing the same thing, huh Silence gonna be your best friend
garden The love lays forever then turns into dust Some days I put on my Sunday best And take a picture in your favorite dress To lay it beside your permanent
that on a Sunday And that girl's a different girl today Said that girl's a different girl to where you kissed last night You couldn't have done that on
remember) But Oh girl, I forgot to be your lover If it wasn't for the 9 to 5 Double up overtime then (I could remember) If it wasn't for the Sunday
trip later and put your hand out for the present Lay down for fifteen so your body can feel rest Kick your feet up and start makin' beats on your chest
That's what she said it would be 'Cuz she was, the definition of a ghetto queen And you should see that apple bottom in jeans I met her on a Sunday,