Sunday. Maby we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you'll belong It's just another lonely Sunday.
another lonely Sunday Maybe we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day Until you come back where you belong It's just another lonely Sunday
lonely Sunday. Maby we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you'll belong It's just another lonely Sunday
another lonely Sunday. Maybe we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you belong It's just another lonely Sunday
I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep On Sunday I'm out shinnin' On the lake on
B.G.) Uptowns my home, that's where I do my dirt I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt Watch that infra red on Sunday it's going down
it's a red-eye drive to the morning light. I swear one day that it won't have to be this way because when you're tired, at least there's sunshine.I don't hurt
: I was a happy idiot I didn't know what pain meant thanks for showing me the deal I hurt so bad that I can't feel I was a happy idiot now I'm in
anymore? Impulses of a madman with the conscience of a gentleman. You were those heels when you kicked my face in. And we'll live die hurt cry fuck lie
know that my trial goes on and on In my bed as ilied undead Making love to the snake inside my head On the floor like a beautiful whore What may never come may hurt
only hurts And I can heart the devil whisper "Things are only getting worse" You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church The preacher came by Sunday
: (Michael Brown) I had a date with a pretty ballerina Her hair was so brilliant that it hurt my eyes I asked her for this dance And then she obliged
you?re leaving for no reason And you?re wondering why So till the morning breaks Go and make your mistakes Don?t be surprised if your head hurts
I know) If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know) [Krayzie Bone] My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive To notify your parents of the manner in which you died At St. Patricks every Sunday
: Woke up early Sunday mornin' And before I could get outta bed I got blood stains all on my t-shirt Last night my homie caught a slug in his head