1 - Slim Thug] I'm taking off down the runway, broad day Sunday Haters looking at me, I ain't playing nothing but gun play Hand on my grain, while I'm swinging
take my chance with a little line dance Baby put your hand in mine Oh, let me sweep you off your feet Leave your blues behind Every time you swing me
make us laugh like the Sunday funnies Fam be around whether you paid or bummy You could either ignore this advice or take it from me Be too nice and people take
quite some time, and then abruptly walks back to his ball; not taking much time set up at all he swings, Champion: (Swing at the ball.) Connects, a
we played wit, niggas I relate wit We broke bread I heard through a vine, niggas worked for the fed Sent out secretly to take my head I layed back and
need to recognize and realize, boy!) Chorus: [Repeat 2 times] [Verse 3] Now there's vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what's stolen
them O's for them low, what you got ain't deal Like taking pennies out ya stow, you can take The boy off the tity, but can't take the tity off the boy
themselves on a break and asked if we would be interested in backing Bobby on a novelty song about Elvis being drafted into the army. We practiced the song the next day, a Sunday
catch the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it takes me back to something that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk... On the Sunday
so don't play me as a vic' I can relate to the good times, the Cosby's on the sometimes Go [Incomprehensible] on a Sunday then it's back at work on Monday Take
's what I love about Sunday Cat-napping on the porch swing You curled up next to me The smell of jasmine wakes us up Take a walk down a back road Tackle
them along In the cross ??? apple Something will carry us a long Takes a hell of a ??? sunday And stays till the boat swings along Nobody opens his
up from me One of these days, you will lift up from me My days run quicker than am track Momentum got me movin' so stand back 'Cuz dads back to his
played with, niggas I relate with We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin' for the Feds Sent out secretly to take my head I lay back and
With local tales and children's songs Sunday school was his shelter With his friends Joe and Walter Now those days so far away An empty swing where he
it live Get him the fuck out and let Doc take the job I guarantee hardcore funk for three months Warranty within that three months is like prenups I take
aint know im the wrong nigga to fuck wit? plus bitch ima hound well-rounded i ran it back while them other fools downed it wont get impounded fool i kerks out take
some smoke that you take a few totes to put it out Take ya time with it I used to cook crack and make a dime with it Now I look back and make a rhyme