: (Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl) As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the
: I curse the sunday promise I vexed, no one bothered Joined forces with the others I did. I was flippant and wasn't sorry I watched them being ruffled
of a two time felons piss test I'm sitting in some Monte Carlo curse right in the headrest (Bridge) White Guts White Wall tires Floor plush It's so fire! Fire
my mummy I sassed back to my teacher I got thrown out of Sunday School For throwin' bibles at the preacher Then I grew up to be a fireman I put out every fire
been born they're making me yawn But I just take it easy it's a sunday morn' 3D So you come on light my fire and Together we'll grow forever watch my
to her room and tears splashed the picture of the new Messiah. She picked up a book of her fathers life and threw it on the fire! She knew from the
Alexander McQueen I mean, we just coolin on a Sunday Can't wait to ball out on Monday [Hook] [Verse 2] My Jaeger-LeCoultre is out ya culture The hoods on fire
gyul dem ah bubble an tug Hennessey, weed, all the bottle ah d bub Girl we party, we party Everynight, every freakin' day Tell d DJ mek the sound play Sunday to Sunday
like Sinatra Shit I'm the illest nigga out this bitch I'll empty every bullet out this clip Don't doubt this I'm on fire nigga Who gonna douse this? [
dogg Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road and I'm hotter than a fire on the
: [Mannie Fresh] Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) Check me out (Come on) Cash Money Millionaires Check me out [Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit
of ya'll bust your just sacs full of semen, And I got da women screamin', and they could catch my balls on any given sunday like my name's Willy Beaman
me. Set me on fire. I'll treat you better than you treat yourself. Tell me - I'm worth more than anything or anyone else. Bled me dry on a Sunday afternoon
s and the C's and the real O.G's at [Verse 1:] Ayo the girl spits harder than most dudes I give it to you on any given sunday like soul food I aint
: Saturday I love you like gold Not like the monday, you passed like a ghost The fire killed you like a motherless child I saw you at sunday at Barbara
3 2 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation Jammin
Now you told 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
(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