Lyrics:
might got to meet with the lord
What I live by? die by?
My gun, my word, and my sword
Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing me
Put me positions that's sure to lay me out
No doubt
[Chorus]
Playing on a field of hard times
These struggles are like the yardlines that I gain
Feeling like I met you in our past life
I don't wanna let this opportunity
To pass by uh
Live in Tokyo, this is a fast life
Wake up in the morning
plugged in with the team
No doubt abou that
Me and ma hommies stay real
What you know about that
Ya’ll done faking come roll with the real ones
Connected by
in my bag
In my feelings feeling sad
Dibble dabbing in the past
Add it up and do the math
Cuz Sunday morning I'm praising
Monday night I'm swaying
memory
To quite a few of us
And this song is dedicated
To those who cherish that memory
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There
home.
In our Sunday best, or at our Monday worst
You and I are blessed, we've still got the thirst
To grab life by the throat and live it long and free
Christianity is more than a song sung on a Sunday morning
More than good ideas promising a better life that's free of pain and strife
More than
No doubt stay knowin'
No doubt stay knowin'
Wake up in the rising
Do some yoga
Then I check my charts
Every day surprising me
Paint it like a work
pause the misery
Used to live in blue
Now it's shifting to a grey eclipse
Pretty pretty when the sun gets low
Rest up on the cliffs
Monday morning
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found the mornings brought the meaning to my life
I woke up one day Lord finding I was by myself
One Sunday morning I woke up with you on my mind
Cause I knew later on I'd see you in your glory looking so fine
Now I could be a little forward
that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I
a homie embark (Damn)
Through the eye of terror, we can not foresee no error
Santiago the lonely bearer, long live the new and only era
We gon make this
what you think you're buying
Sunday I'm gonna live without doubt
Monday I'm gonna get my discount
Tuesday I'm gonna get the sad out
One day I'm gonna
beateth to underground emceeth
The game is overheated, overweeded, and misunderstood
Word, just a ride in they boat, with a platinum rope
No doubt
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
Ain't no doubt what we do sun, I gotta lot of faith
Now it's time for a lot of cake
We 'bout to eat, nahimsayin?
[Chorus: x3]
S.O.M.
Easy...
This is easy, Sunday morning
We're right here on a beautiful morning in Cleveland, Ohio
And it's chilly today, the kids are going
gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone
Found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like
I never sent that
But she never told
on an empty Sunday morning
And all that is here does not belong to us
The young swift sits mapping the stars
For his journey to the other side of the world
Out
down
It's no questioning the shit
Most high
I'm the representative
No lie
When I get this risen
I be in a dimension
Y'all never get to live
No drive
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Regardless of the questions I’m thankful for every blessing
I’m almost there tell the haters stop guessing
Keep talking no doubt they put pressure I keep
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