Testi:
Burnt Sunday

smiles hiding the truth inside you and all of your wretched ways Now will pay the ultimate price Scum of the earth You will suffer eternal demise Feel these words burn

The beer is ice cold And it's sold From a supermarket that keeps their prices down This day is not pretentious or fake Home town Sunday shining And it

block, like me Bust shots kill cops, if you hate the police Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me Crank the barbecue pit up, let's burn some meat Ain

[Featuring 112] [Allure] 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

Woah, oh, oh woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I used to be an altar boy and every Sunday I'd go to church and I'd get beat up by a kid named Corey Shields and I

you gon' let me shine I know you ain't gon' step, I know you know I tote iron Quick to bust, and I know you don' wan' die You see eight Bentleys comin' on a late Sunday

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 40

Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday

im the one that goes to school on sunday im the one that burnt it down im the one that goes away for the holidays spend the weekends strapped down im