too pretty Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly Money that come, runnin' like water Mami so hot, dammit, she gorgeous Miami on fire, you better
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
out We noticed that your skinhead friend was gone, long gone And you looked into my bloodshot eyes And said, "Is it too soon if I call you Sunday?"
Andy was a Catholic The ethic ran through his bones He lived alone with his mother Collecting gossip and toys Every Sunday when he went to Church He'
world 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
A fire of unknown origin took my baby away. Fire of unknown origin took my baby away. Swept her up and off my wavelength. Swallowed her up like the ocean
Oh yea it is Color is not important Lick a shot Oh, aah Comin' at ya Fire Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And
life What you tryin' to be, my new wife? What you Mariah? Fly through twice But I do know one thing though Bitches they come, they go Saturday through Sunday Monday Monday through Sunday
answer from a picture frame Only an hour ago I held her in real flesh and blood She just grabbed her coat and said please I've had enough She kept me well like a Sunday
're my sexy lil something. i just wanna give it to you all the day and time 'cause every time we do it girl i sex with you on fire 'cause you're my sexy
or swim and the average drown Some of us stay afloat and respect the wave With your mouth full of sand, burnt by sunrays Five Ways to Sunday, A Fistfull
side Of this low down, lonely, no good way to feel I got some pain to kill Gonna find me a party Maybe start one of my own Light a fire to my troubles
to your auction And let them chant the number And use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday
All alone on a Sunday morning Outside I see the rain is falling Inside I'm slowly dying But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying And you, don
All alone on a Sunday morning Outside I see the rain is falling Inside I'm slowly dying But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying And you don'
Chicano rap is also rap so why are they labeling me Hating on me I deserve some fucking radio play anytime Day night not once a week one time on Sunday
it for love now when the Witches wings spread she give him head and look above Black Sundays, Armageddon, Maggots and Rape Hell's Pit got some fire for
In your mind, in your mind One foot on Jacob's ladder And one foot in the fire And it all goes down in your mind In your mind, in your mind Sunday