Sundays Up

Its sunday
My mind
My eyes are closed
First call
Its my grannie
Im up 
The nastiness 
Of the cleanest
Bra
Saturdays pain is over
What is his name
Came in heavy
Their rays
Meet my window
My only question
Is there really an ending
You brought up
My money
This day 
It rains
Im the first drop
On that rose bush
That said hi
Too you 
So many times
No if 
Look down on me
Hey
Im played guitar 
On my way down
Smile on this musical sheet
Double sticks beating its back
Lets go
There is nothing in that jewelry box
Broke tail did a 360 on a stove
Get from behind me
Yes 
The sun is hot an you are freaking
Sundays up
Im not wrong
Please
Put tes back
Thats onion talk
When you ho a hill 
Do i love your daughter
Im green 
You can throw me too the field
We wrong
An its the wrong time too do this 
More pressure from her mat
If it shake 
Re dirt that seed
Brought back
A dawg an a killa
Responsive 
Now produce 
Dont feed the land
Be careful
The land will not always love you
Sundays up
Who are you
To be asking
Is my 
Will my book be closed too you
Me an baby girl
When we sit 
I an her
Putting that tongue pass her pine
Sign it off
Twist it up
The caps pop off
I played every inning
Rose with every era stuck in my lungs
I own candy paint
Pass em with sugar an vaseline
Cross an me
View from the public
O yes
She wasnt perfect
Escapee do wit a sewer lid
That skeet was her only purpose
The juice ran from the dank
Admired beauty
Please dont wake that killa
With the arleen voice
She sings too riot open his coffin
Sundays up
Bumping her
Hand still on the station
Stick with my js
The ones which busted the can open
Solitary
Got you gated 
Too old
Changed your walk
Keep the somes
Pound bag 
Stars over the main entrance
Dont wonder guess
Ive paved the numerical combination