Yeah, on the remix to up Sunday afternoon, yo DOA, bring it to me, baby Well, well, well Listen to me, baby I Bright and early Sunday morning I go to
Where the fiends at? Nigga Bone Thugs Harmony Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your
Yes I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cause
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black
Intro: Yeah I'ma get this one off for Eighty Seven Street South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it It's like c'mon y'all get live get down
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in That be scattering, over the globe will my vocals be traveling Unraveling my abdomen it's slime that
It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby I feel like you're the real thing And I feel like I could
For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept, Sunday, Sunday For those in need For those who speed For those who
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head And who'd have ever thought
We get sick when we get started What you got is what you wanted I sleep in a lake of navy I know how many times you played my song Thirty one, thirty
Childhood living is easy to do The things that you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through
People I know, places I go Make me feel tongue-tied I can see how people look down They're on the inside Here's where the story ends People I see, weary
Girl I knew he was your man. but when you had him , you couldn't understand just what needed. So I took him off your hands I know your mad at me but
I know that you want my man I know you been makin plans I know you wanna be me You know it will never be You thought you had be fooled Thought I didnt
Looking for an insult There's a trickle in my head Seeing it's worth The effort I forgive myself Talks that we had Talks that we had Are becoming a blur
Junge warum hängst du so rum ich sag Junge dafür gibt's keinen Grund ich sag Junge sieh dich mal richtig um es gibt so viel zu erleben. Junge
And she's walkin' on the edge of a knife And she knows it's the death of her, Sarah Sarah, you live and you learn, you're invisible And she's walkin'