Peaceful, like heaven on a Sunday Wishful, not thinking what to do We've been calling it love But it's a dream we're going through And if I only had
Peaceful, like heaven on a Sunday Wishful, not thinking what to do We've been calling it love But it's a dream we're going through And if I only
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: Peaceful, like heaven on a Sunday Wishful, not thinking what to do We've been calling it love But it's a dream we're going through And if I only
a flight She'll suck a nigga dick for the flight but don't bite We gon' keep it on the low, no gossip and no hype My rubber on tight on the jet on the
the news on Friday morning, but a tear I couldn't find You showed me how I am supposed to live And now you showed me how to die I was lost 'til Sunday
grace Is a place I keep finding myself Yeah, I get a little crazy trying to have a little fun Then I end up back where I started from Down on my knees
to give more then I take For Heavens sake I keep on smiling No matter what comes my way And I may be passin' out on Friday night But come Sunday I
body holds up on me. I lie in my bed at night, pray heaven help me to face a fight, i thank god when this world's tough on me, lovin' you is so easy
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead Blinking neon penny arcade A young Caruso on the fire escape Painted face ladies on parade A newsboy on the corner Singing
wo wo wo God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Well, Heaven holds a place for those who pray Sitting on a sofa On a Sunday
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico One was headin' for vacation, one for higher education And two
walk to church on Sunday mornin' Race barefoot back to the Johnson's fence That's where I first saw Mary On that roadside pickin' blackberries That summer I turned a
Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands Played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "
resource'll be pay back, pay back Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla And bitch I thought you knew You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you You