For Sunday For 17 years I've let this go, I've let this go No one cares now, not even I now, that this familiar place has never once felt like home So
For Sunday For 17 years I've let this go, I've let this go No one cares now, not even I now, that this familiar place has never once felt like home
got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York
stage but that's how it's gotta go in the stone age The fame in my game I name rapture like a polished rock I'll make it shine for sure word is that
own criminal here we go From a place where a nigga might bury ya Nigga act up and I better take care of you scared of ya I be ready for the war Nigga
it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga ? got room, grab the
Uriah Heep cover] She came to me one morning One lonely Sunday morning Her long hair flowing In the midwinter wind I know not how she found me For in
perfection of the youth. nothing to choose, nobody chooses blocked up in their eyes innocent innocent girl you do it in a favor for the blood just hoping for
rabbi there and he called me by my sweet name and he took me in his magic cape and he told me the mission that god had planned for me he said take a plane
Watching you burn (put on my best Sunday dress) - ay-ah Watching you burn - ay-ah Watching you burn (put on my best Sunday dress) - ah Put on my best Sunday
the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck
the lies they?re fighting for And black gold from an old king?s soul won his round How can someone take a life In the name of god and say it?s right
before you even play Up to date but came too late Better get yourself another name You're so right but overnight You're the one who has to take the blame
looking at me like he stalking And I got a mind too I wouldn't bless you, if your first name was "Hachu" on Sunday singing gospel Mos Def - You
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in for some danger And when i'm thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her But if she
her on a sunday She walkin down the runway Fi fly So fine what the fuck im gon say And i just sit imtiently just waiting my turn Waiting for my perfect
It's gonna be Just Sunday and me There's not a star that shines as bright Her name is Sunday She'll take the dark out of the night They call her Sunday
's just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count his possessions He's been a miser from penny one He never cared for his children Never cared for
