Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent M-J take you to places that you never went One room, one night for every
,yo, yo Y-y-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets
night The pieces to my puzzles in my life With all of my good days and all of my bad You stood by your man and you know you got my back Worth every car, every
, it seems, That they've abandoned us. The truth hurts, and so does yesterday What good is love, if it burns bright explosion flames (I thought every
Fuck that pig brutality shit This unity is gettin' to me Every brother on the street is my homie I'm rollin' through a hood that I never been And every
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
the day that I die I'll just give a smile And fly into the blue CHORUS (Cause we're all just) Protons, Neutrons, Electrons That rest on a Sunday Work
see you crawl He wants to see you crawl Before I walk away Before I walk away The reds and the whites and abused The crucified USA As every prophecy
the day that I die I'll just give a smile And fly into the blue! Cause we're all just- Protons, Neutrons, Electrons That rest on a Sunday Work on
cuz you moved up out da hood, couple years on ya own and ya still doin good. You aint fightin in the club you aint on dat stupid sh*t, every one of he
'll be breaking up On Tuesday we'll be making up Wednesday we'll be making love On Thursday it just sleep all day On Friday I give you room to play Saturday, Sunday
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone The world could come together as one
I'm gonna crawl, across The Great Divide Now Molly dear, don't you shed a tear Your time will surely come, you'll feed your man chicken every Sunday
hey, hey hey hey Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates' debate Laugh about it, shout about it when you've got to choose Every
end If I crawl, if I come crawlin' home WiIl you, be there Ahoo hoo hoo Ahoo hoo hoo In a little while I will blow by every breeze Friday night runnin' To Sunday
It?s like you're baptizing me with you, love Easy like Sunday mornin? Like an angel callin? He?s taking me all in I?m embracing him with my skin Like
' there the hard way Living from a tip jar, sleeping in my car Hocking my guitar, yeah I?m gonna be a star Now, me and Deliah singing every Sunday Watching
a place for those who pray Sitting on a sofa On a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates' debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Every