Shut off the TV and peel off those Sunday gloves And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today After forty
blessed moments Viewed from trains of half-truths Monuments burn into moments Up into other worlds Other ascensions Without deep sorrow to endure Black Sunday
Somewhere over the rainbow there is a light that shines Like saying prayers on a Sunday, makes me feel so divine I never knew such a burning love before
screamin', "Yo take it the hell down!" I'm certified nigga when you're sittin' there spellbound No thoughts barkin' just hearin' the hell hounds Burn
Ya, ya, California Sunday afternoon, baby Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out Drive it out, drop it out You know? Let 'em know I got chrome and paint
by my sentence Expecting no return Here there is no penance My skin begins to burn (And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down I'm going to a place that is already been disgraced I'm gonna see some folks who have already been
I knew the moment I walked through that door I felt so close to a burning sensation It got so warm As I moved across the floor My body aching with anticipation
this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist Am I eternal or an eternalist? Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn
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
is gonna be the day Is gonna be the day Before I rise and shine like a neon sign I need the girl of my dreams to give me Einstein And burn the marijuan
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'
me WE BURNING UP The Witch keeps sellin' me WE BURNING UP Sins we earn 'em up THEY KEEP TURNING UP And we turn corrupt TIL WE BURNING LOVELY Judge Shaw
tellin me (we burnin up) the witch keeps sellin me (we burnin up) since we burn em Up (they keep turnin up) and we turn corrupt (till we burnt and lovely
edges Inside a little hollow I get faced with some things sometimes That are so hard to swallow Hey hey hey I was born a rebel Down in Dixie on a Sunday
My mama warnin' me that fire is no toy Ya play with fire boy and you get burned ...Oh I got burned I learned the Hard Way (repeat) What others learned in Sunday
) We murder niggas at night We hoo bang, bitch, here's your fuckin warning Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn Me and my nigga blast