Letras:
Everyday Sunday From Me To You

There You stand with Your arms wide open You're calling me to You I know that Heaven's just one step away As I reach for You, You hold me and say, "I

broke but I'm out here filthy, Feelin me ya'll niggas be killin me Braggin bout the money that you claim you making, F*ck around catch your dumb a$$ sleeping

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair

in. If you're talkin' reckless I will snatch you for your neckless ? You never play me on any givin' Sunday To your dismay, I rip apart what you say

Want Me Yesaday I Was The Freshes Nigga In The Country Bad Hoes Hunt Me They Follow Me On Sunday The Rape Me On Monday And They Blow The Cush ?

yeah what you like me Shoes, bags call me Parda Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha) I sip dun, call me Lady Don Rock leather on my Harley

you make me cry You make me cry again And you make me cry And the tears roll by again You make me cry you make me cry You make me cry you make me cry

before, thinking bout writing songs Feeling exhausted from times we toured constant And plus the toxics I sip got me tall Still tipsy, staring at the city from