Lyrics:
A-ha
Yeah, unh
You are now rockin' with the best
It's the B-A-double-L, straight from the BX
All I do is get dough, spit bars, impress
Man,
you dare tell me that I'm my father's son
When that was just an accident of birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
'Cause that's
It's just another Sunday morning
I can't stop the rain from pouring
It's not sunny in December
When you're not here with me
And I know
It'll never be
Yo!
Hail Mary, bloody sunday is scary
Terrorize (beep) any means necessary
Hail Mary, Bloody Sunday is scary
Someone Tell Mauro, we need that
to be winning
Giving what you want, girl I'm generous
I'm too smooth with it she want a gentleman
When I hit it she tell me to be gentle man
I'm like ok
park
You can't tell me nothing
So fuck what you say
I wasn't born but I'mma die in Atlanta, GA
You know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Polo down
and his the silver string
Well, it might just be John Doe
Well, I don't know where
I'm gonna sleep tonight
Please tell me, can you spare
A pillow for
of passion, whoa, hold me now, baby
Tell me that you love me
Is it Sunday or is it passion?
Love, love
(The screams of passion)
The screams of passion, yeah,
the gifted hands
So i write my songs
From now on benji
I only think big
Cause when you are big
You are big
They can't tell you different
I'm from the 234
Where
on the runway (ooh, drip)
Demons they shake off my back when I walk in a church on a Sunday (help me God)
Niggas don't know how to act, so that's why I bought
On a dusty pew in a vestibule
Sits the Devil playing pocket pool
He's waiting for the next poor fool
Who forgot that it was Sunday
We used to tell each
End, that's what I found out
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night
hear the news.
Take me to a park that's covered with trees.
Tell me on a Sunday please.
Let me down easy, no big song and dance.
No long faces,
Sunday roast, ah (shocking)
You can't deny-y-y (can't deny)
You looked in my eye, eye, eye (right in my eye)
When I walk by-y-y
'Cause you know that
night , All night till u run out
Big talk let me see what you really about
run it back I go make you need a timeout
Pull up to my place on a Sunday
Tell
Magic City Monday
Wear that little dress that has the slit right from the runway
Dance?
Pardon me
What you mean?
Have you seen she's a queen yeah yeah
New
Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday (let's say it together)
Say it together with me
(Let's say it one more time)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
to Atlanta
We can fly out to Cali
Just tell me what you wanna do baby
We can go to brunch
Or just binge watch some shows
We can drive and burn gas
I really
Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki
Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play problem
While problem tongue play with
Sunday Service in the morning
Preach
We drinking the blood of Jesus, now put your cups up in the air
My name good, heart clean, promise she can tell
Iced
nervous but I had to my chance just to see
If little mama would come dance with me
I came from the bar with your favorite drink
And maybe later you'll come
love, you are my weekend love
Weekend love, you are my weekend love
Sunday here with you is all I want
Uh
Go and dance for me
You’re my Sunday love
got a problem you can tell it to the sky
The truth is free but the church cost money
And he gon make you run it every sunday
Hey preacher lend me
LEFT HAND FROM THE LEFT SHOULDER
TO THE HEART-Uh
Fillmore, Fillmore, Fillmore, Fillmore...
NOBODY can DANCE like STUDEBAKER HOCH! So many rumors
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