1, 2, 3 And I woke up early this morning and I went to the 5 and dime I saw this pretty young lady that was real, real fine I tapped her on the shoulder
' through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists Be poundin' on your head like jackhammers You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter Seconds
wanna spend another minute away Cause its Sunday morning girl Call me when you get this Its Sunday morning (Sunday morning) I slept right next to my phone Its Sunday morning (Sunday morning
No second guessing) Truth brings forth this new passion (No second guessing) Push aside this fate for the ransom Stands among, gold seven and lox'd up
Papers in the morning Bowler hat on head Walking to the bus stop He's longing for his bed Waiting with his neighbors In the rush hour queue Got to get
South Carolina The song had been written and recorded by a man named T. Texas Tyler The song in it's original form related to something that Happened during the second
and walked home with it that day. I got a remote control unit, and I ordered cable?life was amazing. Before work in the morning, I could watch the today
home no stop over Still spittin' that shit that they shot 'Pac over The shit my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven
insisted on looking at the menu for six minutes and thirty seven seconds every day even though he always ordered bacon and eggs, toast and coffee. This morning
play, a second time, then a third time Fourth time I clicked and popped BOOM! Money shot Next morning, cops found me, needle stickin' out my arm
, there ain't none around I'll love you and leave you and drive from this town Before I give you this ring there's one thing you should know You have seven seconds
I've lost my mobile phone You'll have to call my home On second thoughts, just leave a message When you hear the tone My grimy windows show The early morning
what I need Any morning, any evening In the Winter, Spring or Summer Whether its early, or it's late It doesn't matter, any time Tender loving, sweet devotion Every second
ninny of a puppet was available The second that he called And all he had to do was yell, "Hey, Mabel" And this dumb hash slinger crawled For seven lousy
First Verse: My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead He said, three motherfuckers
The hated journey on the train Always been the same Looking out windows Second class and second best What a waste of time Sleep for five stops in a row
this silence see All are free, all are free second time around Inside this silence see All are free, all are free second time around Inside this silence see All are free, all are free second
goddamn thing funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P From the ETG and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg From the Westside Four-O's got love for Short And my homeboy J-Ball from the seven