I need a night off but I'll take all year Will you take any message? I need a night off, I can't stay here I'm sure to find a way out of this I need
Few true cares have I As the world turns 'round I was blind, but now I'm still blind Too few cares have I As the world turns sour I was blind, but now
Summer sky and a throat bone dry And the fields are all gold Dusty lane with a song in my brain And it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards
Your girl is easy like Sunday morning your girl is easy Your bitch is easy like Sunday morning She was riding in the Acura I pulled up from the back
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I hear some people get married In the park on a Sunday afternoon And all their friends bring pretty flowers While the band plays a happy tune Now do
One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say
Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna
Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh Now that you fell down? You broke my will and stole my soul Without even a half-ass frown You got Coors for Sunday
Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for desert Then
Next Sunday, darling is my birthday A day that should be free from care Best wishes and congratulations But only sorrow fills the air While friends are
(a) next sunday darlin' is my birth -(e7) day, A day that should be free from (a) care, Best wishes and con - grat - u - (e7) la - tions, But only sorrow
This is just an instrumental Song Drums and trumpets
Everyday is Saturday night But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning It's the same thing, back in the cold People know, people come and go,
Kilka, kills mania, Get used to this one, "crack" Scotty Oh yeah I'm back on that shit And I say right about now New York City. They say is life and
Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday A Monday, a Monday is very very good Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday A Tuesday, a Tuesday in fact I wish you would Or
