everyday Once upon a time, they say Once upon a time in this place I looked and saw on your face A smile that spoke to me In, oh, so many ways The Sunday
what's the matter with you? Sing me something new, don't you know The cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go away Stand by me
the cars, I gotta have the jewels And if you was me, honey, you would do it too Monday to Sunday I hit all the clubs And everybody know me when I pull
That digs on me (She give me money) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke bro (She give me money
? 'Please don't break me', you plead You've already broken me by Sunday Morning is what makes this life worth living yeah Sunday Morning it gives me something to believe in Please don't let me
times fall on me and you, lately there have been more than few, we hold on tight, and make it through somehow. When ever hill is straight up and long
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than he is You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday Win the Superbowl and
easy I'm easy like Sunday morning Why in the world Would anybody put chains on me? I've paid my dues to make it Everbody wants me to be What they want me
Wait a minute Girl, let me tell you what you got to do T.C.B. so mellow, and nobody can get through And when he asks you do you love him, smile and
Miss Soul won't you tell me all the pretty things you need I got my shopping list of love right here, Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3 And if I get you all
So long and hey hey hey Thursday was solid and Friday's cool Saturday was messy in the best way possible Sunday should be for rest but these Cats on the corner and
Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Free and easy down the road I go Hangin' memories on the high line poles Free and easy down the road I go Free and
a two salamana lie cheese Yoo? Why sold a tango some of them like me And some of them will try anything to hide me And If I fall fry to the yes man
even go to work told her come and let me put a couple hundred in her purse. (chorus) Thats a five star b*tch x4, if ya credit scoe high and ya nails
I love him and he loves me Seven days a week I'm so down for him and He's so down for me and That's how we're gonna be (On Sunday - Monday - Tuesday
sound like a jerk But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work Would you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me, maybe gouge my
and your mum? And I don't wanna hear it, stop being a bitch You making me respect you less, I'm really starting to switch You're saying that and this
own stash Nine to five and a place to crash Which is to say... Sunday comes forget about work, ring that bell for whatever it's worth. If you ask me