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Dead City Sunday

Blue sky's... With these beautiful surroundings I shut my eyes. where the people are hounding and scrounging at the streets. When a sudden pause leave

She scream's at him from across the street. There eye's peel away from the scorching heat. She scream's even louder, but just can't beat this overwhelming

are you on the list? Stepford wives, who are we to complain? Investments and dealers, investments and dealers Cold wives and mistresses Cold wives and Sunday papers City

, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Listen! Birdman dead, and I'm number one Nigga came

can do this all day [Verse 1 - Shawty Lo] Let me take you through the streets of Atlanta, GA Where we party all night til the mornin break Visioni??s on Sunday Magic City

[Prevail] What begins with an 'a' and ends with asphyxia? Me, Prev One, the microphone cripple A life on the edge of the walking dead You either talk

the man they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff on a Sunday

long way since back in them days, been ?round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city

Nelson Algren came to Paddy at some party at the dead end alley Yeah, he told him what to celebrate And I met William Butler Yeats, Sunday night dance