feel in times like this? And How good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss? These feelings exist. Let it rain on monday morning right before the
Tercüme: Adil. Pazartesi.
life feel in times like this? And how good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss? These feelings exist, Let it rain on Monday morning, Right before
In the sweet glow of the light You revive my folly When you shout like nothing dies I can see you're sorry When your sad mouth figures out Like a child
Saturday made Sunday feel Like it would never come Gonna be a long Monday Sittin' all alone on a mountain By a river that has no end Gonna be a long Monday
What will I do next Monday after you've left me alone What will I do next Monday with no one to call my own Church bells will ring next Sunday on your
Monday Took her for a drink on Tuesday We were making love by Wednesday And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday I met this girl on Monday
Rio, J.T. and Big Money Herky Jerk, Wezz and Pea and Cody J.E., K-Ug and Odie Toe-Fa, M.J., and Cowlby And all my soldiers down at Fair Ground on Monday
in fo I said I need a nigga heart ta Stop beatin We playin the same game But these motha fuckas cheap brah I treat this mother fuckin nigger fair And
Monday Took her for a drink on Tuesday We were making love by Wednesday And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday We chilled on Sunday I met this girl on Monday
the racks, snatch 'em up son, 20 dollars off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin' Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday
dick If you ever break up with a psycho bitch Don't give me that shit But a nigga don't care, never could it be fair Then I was up in a middle lover
s be up, which you wanna ride, the Benz or the truck Back up, get on the one way 'cause more sundays hotter than monday Often gettin' trailed by cops,
Seem out of reach of my own hands But where I fall short, His grace still stands If I have faith like a child And if Monday's child is fair of face And
Monday, And It's Raining. i'm Leaving Your Perfect Town. you've Got Enough People, got Enough People Who'd Let You Drown. you Play Such A Heartless Game
sees it coming, no exceptions at all I'm a friend to the friendless and I don't care If I had a choice in this it wouldn't be fair but I don't so let
until he walks up the lane It?s all the fun of the fair On Bank Holiday Monday Street fighting Yet some day You get out Out of those Mondays Yes some
