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Bored On Sunday

're broke go and get a loan Take out another mortgage on your home Consolidate so you can afford To go and spend some more when You get bored All we

see the Camilion Below in the celing wood with wheel on With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday

or it'll make him better Than a money fuckin' with my money Get yo money stacked right outta Sunday school On a bright and sunny Sunday this ain't funny

A vulgar story Were staring back at me On a vulgar sunday afternoon I am Such a boring guy Such a vulgar story Such a vulgar Sunday afternoon Nobody

'll make you nervous Thursday, Friday, Saturday, do not disturb us Sunday rolls around but that's another story It gets a little boring I hold on to you, you hold on

, makin' noise and she can't get no rest She said we was runnin' a flop house full of thieves and thugs Musicians and hooligans and we were all on drugs

for now who should remain nameless. You wash and clean your car out every single sunday mornign. You still enjoy surprises, you just need alot of warning. You concentrate on

drums! Ah! You 'gonna love this guy! Prince Ali - fabulous he - Ali Ababwa Genuflect, show some respect: Down on one knee. Now try your best to stay calm, Brush off your sunday

Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice Come back home, cook out in the backyard