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the money 
Aye 
Ain't no going back I'm tryna get paid 
Don't blow it for a moment 
Don't blow it for a moment 
Working hard chick fil a on a Sunday 

I tell

After Saturday you could take me by your hand
or leave me out in the rain
all I am could be yours, 
all my Beauty and all my flaws 
it's all I've got

And then I hold u and I show u what it feels like to be loved to
And u tell me that I'm all yours and there's no else but you
But I see the truth in your

The sound of glass breaking Beatty from a trance
Everybody ass shake stop and throw a glance
It's moments like this that I've been known to dance
Up out this

the realest
Tryna keep you safe from all of lifes demons
Baby this song is the sound of my spirit
I can tell by the look in yo eyes
I can tell by the way you

this life we live
When I use to watch my dogs fight just like Michael Vick

Yeah you don't know me homie but I ain't tryna dance in this bitch
Ain't by

Saint D on this one
Dance for the Lord

Ladies and Gentlemen
It's a good thing to dance
And give thanks to the Lord ya
Cause as for me and my house

you know me I try to be happy

And do you still run away from ghouls in the graveyard
While I kindly ask them to play
And would you stand by me as I try

shaking but I can't tell 
B.r.u.t.a.l 
This song got me feel so well

Hook!
Mese ndwom wei de3
3y3 brutal 
Obia ntumi ntaki
3y3 brutal 
Nti ma wo na so
3y3

the East
But I'm still front n centre
Sunday to Sunday
That's Jan til December
I don't ever make a wish, shit
Tell me what's on the agenda
Man, if you were

Today na Friday 
We counting the cheddars to Sunday 
Do you want to dance 
Mary wants to dance 
Do you feel this song
Go tell all the girls make dem come

Aw, yeah
What's up, honey?
I see you lookin' at me
Nah, man, I think she's lookin' at me
Well let's find out

Friday, I'm feelin' rich
Saturday

Just Lose It

Eminem

Encore

2004

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
Spit on me, maybe gouge my

Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-Raw, I'm in the dub so go and let a nigga bump

'Cus I can tell by the way, tell tell by

jus (One for my mind, and two for yours, hold it down for me)
Drowning in the murky waters
Still gonna make the Sunday Service
Tell the girls in

Sad song Sunday club
Thank you all for the love
Think I misjudged 
Tear my contentment up

Roses hang from fences
They've started to wilt and pass
These

Sad song Sunday club
Thank you all for the love
Think I misjudged
Tear my contentment up
Roses hang from fences
They've started to wilt and pass
These

me school black ask Stone
Tell Ye, "You need to have Sunday Service in this ho"
Got the pole on me, make the wrong movie
So on the floor we took

Iz U Down

Tyga

My Own Lane [Bonus Tracks]

2014

a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-T-Raw, I been a dog, so gone let a nigga bone

'Cause I can tell by

Songs in the Kitchen

Lee Brice

Lee Brice

2017

the kitchen

Yeah, songs in the car
Fresh-pressed Sunday clothes
Momma putting on her make up
Daddy's bible on the dashboard
Me and Louis in the back seat

he knows that I
Knew what he's thinking i know he knows
I know he knows that what he's doing is wrong
But I just tell him "Go on, sing a sad song"

My

Mister Frog went a-courtin, he did ride,
A sword and buckler by his side, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

He bridled and saddled a big fat snail, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Swing by 1130
My roommate gone it's perfect 
I got it if you want it
Pre rolls and star light only

You know I got the boom
Even on sundays too

away from that rat race
I'll walk away from you

Do what you do the way that you do it
Can't you tell by now
I can see right through it
Do what you do