For Sunday For 17 years I've let this go, I've let this go No one cares now, not even I now, that this familiar place has never once felt like home So
For Sunday For 17 years I've let this go, I've let this go No one cares now, not even I now, that this familiar place has never once felt like home
it for that cash nigga You's a sad nigga You supposed to try to make her break that bread When she come home, she done break a nigga, take the bread I
looking at me like he stalking And I got a mind too I wouldn't bless you, if your first name was "Hachu" on Sunday singing gospel Mos Def - You
own criminal here we go From a place where a nigga might bury ya Nigga act up and I better take care of you scared of ya I be ready for the war Nigga
the lies they?re fighting for And black gold from an old king?s soul won his round How can someone take a life In the name of god and say it?s right
our youth. Too explicit for print, this is our youth. If tonight was your last How would you move? Damn boys beat for the break down. Damn girls beat for
perfection of the youth. nothing to choose, nobody chooses blocked up in their eyes innocent innocent girl you do it in a favor for the blood just hoping for
top, I ain't talking about a name but my For big Gucci OJ I put the cross on For now it comes the thunderstorm Couple Niggers down to murder for a couple
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in for some danger And when i'm thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her But if she
the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck
take for granted I?m gonna praise him every chance that I get (Chorus) Tuesday night is rehearsal Wednesday Bible study Thursday I?m meeting with the band Friday Evangelistic on Sunday
stood there all alone I went and asked her name I never thought that this could happen to me In only seven days It would take a hundred or more For memories
ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez [Big Boi] Don't lie you love them, if you don't you like them hoez a whole lot Just like your mama Sunday cookin' turkey
Rack 'em up 'cuz we bustin' Once was the nigga in the back of the class who never said nothing His thought became an amplifier I live for inspiration, for
her on a sunday She walkin down the runway Fi fly So fine what the fuck im gon say And i just sit imtiently just waiting my turn Waiting for my perfect
's just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count his possessions He's been a miser from penny one He never cared for his children Never cared for
: She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning Her long hair flowing in the mid-winter's wind I know not how she found me, for in darkness I