Tekst :
My face in the rain
I walk all alone
It s Sunday time is slow,
I m happy that is all I know
My thoughts to the sun
I m walking all alone
In a state of grace
All my life is on my own
I am happy that is all I know
My face in the rain,
and everything is [falling] now
my life is a song
It s Sunday time is slow,
I m happy now, that is all I know
[interlude]
My face in the rain
rain falling down in a state of grace
I m walking all alone now
I m happy now that is all I know
My face to the sun,
I m walking all alone
In a state of love
Ooh, It s Sunday time is slow
I m happy now that is all I know My face, looking at the rain (sing it again now)
I m walking all alone
walking all alone now (walking all alone, all right)
a Sunday, and a Sunday afternoon
I m walking all alone
and I am happy now
hm
Ooo, My face [up/at] the sun (Oh yeah)
I m walking all alone now (walking all alone all right)
Sunday, Sunday
and my face in the rain
and I m happy, but I m happy that I was all alone
happy, happy, now
cause I m walking all alone
happy, happy, now
cause I m walking all alone
happy, happy, now
I m just walking all alone
happy, happy, now
I m just walking all alone
happy, happy, now
I m just walking all alone
happy, happy, now
I m just walking all aloneTekst :
If I had any luck in the world you and I would be together
Cuz you roll in and shower me like rain in the middle of the summer
You’re like a cool breeze blowing
Wanna feel the wind rushing through my hair
Cool breeze, cleanse me
All I know is I feel you everywhere
CHORUS
Every day’s a little better as long as I’m here in the sunshine
Every day’s a little better as long as I’m here in the sunshine
Lalala- lalalala
Maybe I’m just dreaming here to think you would surrender
Cuz you stroll in like a sunny day in the middle of the winter
Just like a cool breeze knowing
That you could fly away and leave without a care
Cool breeze, floating
All I know is I still feel you in the air
CHORUS
Every day’s a little better as long as I’m here in the sunshine
Every day’s a little better as long as I’m here in the sunshine
Lalalala- lalalala
Don’t go away, please stay
CHORUS
Every day’s a little better as long as I’m here in the sunshine
Every day’s a little better as long as I’m here in the sunshine
Lalalala- lalalala
Tekst :
I grew up in the jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I m so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin with them crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale
When that wreck came around, I m in the trench with my pound
I m pitchin you cracks and the bench is my mound (what s good)
It ain t no freezin this game, I m in the freezin the rain
Tryin to make G s off the caine so I can freeze up a chain (Jacob!)
Or put the Spre s on the thang (spinners!)
So I can speed through the game (vroom!)
That s why I think kinda different, and some think that I m twisted
Cause I smoke too much, and I drink til I m twisted (I m on point)
I m tryin to maintain to stay afloat (that s right)
Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that s a wrap)
That s why I m downin booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time
[Jim Jones]
The purple, HAZE, keep scorchin and burnin
Nightmares at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I can t sleep)
I m light on my sleep, I can t get a wink, I might miss somethin
I think if I blink I might miss somethin (what happened what happened)
Constantly rollin up haze (uh-huh)
As I stomp through this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, know the struggle, know the hustle
Know the hook, know to cut it, know to double (know that price)
Now if you don t change your mind, change your grind
Don t get caught in the facade, don t get caught up on a charge
(Don t be facin six) You know that life goes by
Just as fast as them nights goes by
Hold fast, them blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, whole pies
Hope to God that the law or the vice don t ride (SQUALIE!)
We been trapped in our own hustle
You see the government s the powder but the crack is our own hustle
We smart ain t we?
[Jim Jones]
Sheeit, the heat s in the kitchen, I speak to you listen
The beef if it thicken the heat ll stay clickin, believe that?
I ll be burnin water, while I turn the corners (uh-huh)
I ll be more than gone as {?}
R.I.P., man that s kind of redundant
Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to dump clips (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place miss and I scoop up with
the eighth in em, they shoot up shit and straight get em (boom)
They chew up shit like straight sick em (sick em)
Over that turf or strip, or that work the bricks
We ll squirt the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
That s the code of my land
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we gon get em)
Get you all shot over hoes for a grand
Man, death is so cheap in my hood - short paper