me on a Sunday that it wasn't gonna work I tried to cry myself to sleep 'cause it was supposed to hurt We sat next to the fire as the flame was burning
and losing all control Fill up my cup, mazel tov Look at her dancing, just take it off Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down Let's burn the roof,
Stay up all night and go eat at the Waffle House You and me bring your friend that make three I bet I can make you feel so sexy Let the drank flow and burn
,4, your cousin's here round here selling dope, While they daddy, your uncle, is working round, strung out. Babies with babies, and they just keep burning
(Tweet) All alone on a sunday morning Outside I see the rain falling Inside I'm slowly dyin But the rain will hide my cryin cryin, cryin and you (hook
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've gotta lot of things to learn Said, "I would and I'll be leaving one day Before my heart starts to burn" So
how To keep the wheels turnin' you've got to Keep the engine churnin' But did you ever milk a cow I had the chance one day But I was all dressed up for Sunday
God and His only Son Paid a courtesy call on Earth, one Sunday morning Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips Songbirds sang from the tips of Cottonwoods
this Sunday morning Sunday morning without a warning And don't hear that neighbor scream He thinks my house is burning Life is good to me And this Sunday
my thang I be hustlin' From Monday to Sunday, doin' what I want I be gettin' it in They see I still I got much to learn But I know I still I got money to burn
Put your faith in a miracle And it's non-denominational Join the choir, we'll be singing In the Church of Wishful Thinking A fire burns today Of blasphemy
the wood expand, front to back Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump Never take what I earn Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn
it down down Cold turn the party out I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down Cold turn the party out Ah ah, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
mountains big and small crumbled all away when mama prayed Seventeen and wild I hit the bottle Doing anything I dang well please Burning down life's highway at full throttle While mama burned
When I wake up on a sunday morning Church bell ringing right outside I feel you laying next to me with a baby in between I know that's right - I know
all day Mmmmm you can find me in Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Sunday
and fuck all day You can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Sunday
firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war All out, what, what, wanna blow, what, what Teamsters what what, mother fucker From Monday to Sunday
