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years back by a road shack where the boys cut cane
First taste so sweet knocked me off of my feet like a freight train
Now, I'm all broke down not even

with thick thighs
If they want another sip 
We taking em back to the crib
On top of the beds

Sunday morning I'm faded
When I went to bed I was in

come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything

I'm going
Walking by faith, I don't know, but you knowing
Devil tryna spin on the block, tryna troll us
We taking back what the devil took
We got

nuder

An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter

Just from walking with his back turned

To the train that was coming so slow



You can gaze out

"Here is a quick look at the
Use of guns in the
Last twenty-four hours three police officers
Shot and wounded in the
Space of an hour last night

I saw a red pen on a bench
Walking back from class
It must've wrote ten thousand words
It's cap was in the grass
It could've drawn a little portrait

like a Sunday
Another day, another clever way Of making easy cheddar with my dumway
I'm blessed to live another lovely day, 
I never preach to n*****

back and we do it again
Yup, Rap is a bitch and I said it again
On Thursday I'll be in her crib with her friends
On Sunday I'll be outta town for a bit

all the things about you
The Sunday walks aren't the same without you girl
Oh I'm lost, and I need you to seek

Another hour 'nother day goes by
Where

just missing me
Speaking truth upon your heart but please don't let it blister jeez
I'm back on the top
Taking my spot
Like you see me hot for a while

with a panther chilling
With a house cat
Till somebody patents building
A better mousetrap
Out back staking his claim to deep mining
Bribed by

terrorists,     
Flat-broke philanthropists;  
We're betrayed by a kiss .  

I'm not making this up.
The whole world's breaking down.
No one's taking this cup

King's Cross

Pet Shop Boys

Actually

1987

The man at the back of the queue was sent 
To feel the smack of firm government 
Linger by the flyposter, for a fight 
It's the same story every

on Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday 
Friday
Saturday
Even on Sunday
Not enough time in the day
So we taking up the whole week
Wanna try slow us down
Better

Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer

The Irish Rovers

Songs of Christmas

2000

back !

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say theres no such thing as Santa
But as for me

carry you on my back when you're wounded and down
Just remember that I love you
Twenty years of fighting
You're still walking with grace
I'll pull that

We outta school
Tryna get some summer lovin'
Late nights kicking back by the pool
We was tryna have some fun yeah
And we was the perfect two

I was just up in the trenches
Surviving, heard gun shots everyday
That shit was real
Walking outside seeing dead bodies traumatizing
You don't know

of the greatest to ever grace the booth.
This just a Sunday freestyle, Sunday freestyle
Sunday vibes Sunday pies my wife in the kitchen
Barbado rum punch with

you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathway a while
Now, come and sit by my side, little darling
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just

Tony Story, Pt. 2

Meek Mill

Dreams and Nightmares

2012

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love

It was well played
I be tripping
Stay secluded on Sunday

Need a vibe
All this shit is getting Mundane

Building pride
Looking down on me
Wit disdain

maze
Now I'm walking the path
Tryna make it out and get it the right way
Let me tell you about a cold night no sleep
Yeah got me thinking back to the old