as long as she could take it She left a note on the dresser And hung up her apron Cry, cry 'til the sun shines, baby Cry, cry 'til the sun shines It
old We are waking up the sun Waking up the sun For now we are here and we are one And hearts are empty For now, for the waking of the sun Is not that
same strain That's waking up, that's waking up the sun FOR NOW We are here and we are one Though hearts are empty FOR NOW For the waking of the sun Is
strain That's waking up, that's waking up the sun FOR NOW We are here and we are one Though hearts are empty FOR NOW For the waking of the sun Is not
as long as she could take it She left a note on the dresser and hung up her apron [Chorus] Cry, cry 'til the sun shines baby Cry, cry 'til the sun shines
on the underground You thought it was them other fools, though It was us the whole time! Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds But sun do what the sun
(Summerboy) Let's get lost, you can take me home Somewhere nice we can be alone Bikini tops, coming off Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up
Wake up, here I go, cram it all down my throat Stomach's so full that I wish I could choke Seven a.m., my head's already in a spin As soon as I'm out
need, is a pretty woman next to me ([Ginuwine:] Standin next to me girl) To share the dreams that I Believe ([Ginuwine:] When I wake up in the morning
we die And when they put us in the ground, we'll be side by side I never had a girl make me feel like you And every day I wake up, I feel brand new
Its 5 o clock in the morning and the rising sun wakes me Im Laying in a bed with a girl that dont belong to me And she Whispers Come on my Darling lets
leave 'Til the walls are goin' up In smoke with all our memories This morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake
sand like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell
with the Vocltone It's mine Have motherfuckers rushn' to rewind 'Cause I'll flow slow And still twist your tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up
of the game Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin' Wake up my posse, interrup
that message taped cross your breasts you won't erase I was only for your very space hip, under nothing propped up by your other one, face 'way from the sun