something new, Something real, make it timeless, An act of God and nothing less will be accepted. So if you're calling me out, Then count me out. Yeah
something new, Something real, make it timeless, An act of God and nothing else will be accepted. So if you're calling me out, Then count me out. Yeah
a bad bitch ridin right behind me And I slowed down so she can be beside me Like beep beep Shawty you sweet shawty Best pullover in me shawty Gas station that's on me
style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time Magic City back lookin
, as you can This morning I woke up slow Feeling like a shell of a man Don't blame me for us, you cried Or cut me some slack, cut me some slack And tell
them tournaments (With you) And how I used to club hop on weekends (With you) Your family called the morning of the tragic end Damn, my condolensces Repeat 2 Voices in my head be telling me
me down And that's the lovin' sound Me gusta mi reggae (I like my reggae) Me gusta punk rock (I like punk rock) Pero la cosa que me gusta mas es panochita
to call his boo Who be at home, taking care of his one year old He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me It ain't no stopping them, until
take you to the shame of your past take the dream take me lead me far away take me there i'll fade away but i can't hide and i cannot die i take the
doors and coupes side by side, den we go back to back lets turn a few corners and spent a couple stack hey {Verse Three} its sunday morning we wake
back from the bullshit rules Call me paranoid, call me what you will I got a fucking feeling something big is going down Call me paranoid, call me what
called Love, yeah) Lead me to that road (I'm tryin' to get home) Tryin' to get home (Come on and take me to Love Street) It's the Sunday morning, people
I'm easy, easy like Sunday morning (Easy) I can kick a stupid nervous joint when I'm yawning Ahh, Common's comin' with that old, oh, excuse me Elizabeth
my back in the dark in the nude I can't eat no more I got to use a straw But if the Devil dragged me down to the kitchen I wouldn't put up a fight I'd
belong Get thee behind me Satan, just leave me alone Take all of your bad guys, your demons and flee Go to Hell in a handbasket, heaven's calling me
Great distance, providing the Necessary clues for the construction of This thrilling new trend! Sunday Sunday? Wow! Sunday, 'monday Sunday, Saturday