Lyrics:
to remember
Glad to see you
I'm outside the house
I'm not thinking well today
I've got no energy
I'm glad that you are waiting with me
Tell me all about
to remember
Glad to see you
I'm outside the house
I'm not thinking well today
I've got no energy
I'm glad that you are waiting with me
Tell me all about
Or everything on Sunday.
(Perfect Timing)
(Bridge)
You want to love.
You will love
you want to fuck.
you will fuck.
Then don't tell me to stop.
Don't worry about
Down by the square
I felt our bodies move as one
Safe from the chill of the east coast air
Love that you said yes to my summertime prayer
Up
Gulping a glass of water
Pale from the lack of sleep
Watching an agile fox
As onto the wall he leaps
Something tells me it's Sunday
It's Sunday all
bout that action, damn I feel like Tom Cruise
Shawty do my dance, so a nigga make moves
I know they sleeping on me tell them hit the damn snooze
A nigga
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me
down from the rip
Take me to church on Sunday
And fuck up the club on Monday
Just promise me that one day
You'll let me, let me, let me, in
Let me
to be whole, part of me undiscovered see I don't know where I come from / don't know what I'm made of, technically I'm numbed out, reason why it's hard
to
You was probably thinking I'm the next dude, who ain't on shit
But I promise I'm good as it's gone get
Never do you wrong, tell you through a song how I
Lu
I'm so into you
Mary, oh Mary Lu
What else should I do?
Sunday passing by
Monday is a thousand miles from us
And you say you could be there
.
The professor of rhymes,
Mr Dexter met Lecter and had one hell of a time
A devil disguised, lies!
You can tell that I'm high by my festival eyes.
Festival
these girls at the bar
But I don't mean money
Ever since the money
They just treat me funny
Girls look good, she can take green from me
Ain't trickin' if
of time
From your lies
High on worrying
But it doesn't matter
Tell me you're with your friends
Don't tell me
You're with your mom
It's a friday night
And I
screaming all night she woke up horse
Either way I need me some money coming some sort
Am I still trapping is a pig's pussy pork
You can tell by my walk that
and me
Spending sundays on the beach
Surrounded by palm trees
Checking out the waves in the water feelings stress free
Lets your hair down and feel
tell her I sleep (so so still snore)
To keep from thinking it through (bless me)
Now it's all I can do (___shovel snow ___)
When you pull the sheets up
shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking
cloned
Came from the bottom where it ain't no handouts my nigga
So tell me what the fuck is you on
Came from the bottom I know how it felt
Shit get deep
cracked a book
Sure looks good in her denim and pearls
Rock my world little country girl
Rock my world
Drag me out on the floor
Dance with me 'till I
degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick
Got me gradually gettin' chips
All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison
If you can push it, I'll give you points from
If I'm out on a date
Then I just shut my eyes, then I can't see
Get away from the bar
Tell your boyfriend hold your jar
And dance with me
I see
hold me But I'm not standing by
For your reply (Ay)
I learned I don't need you to console me
Tell me that you love me then you say you gotta let me go
that late.
It could've been the whiskey it could've been the coke,
Either way he was losin' his hope.
He asked me do I sit and think
About the things
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