Låttexter:
Burnt Sunday

and losing all control Fill up my cup, mazel tov Look at her dancing, just take it off Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down Let's burn the roof,

,4, your cousin's here round here selling dope, While they daddy, your uncle, is working round, strung out. Babies with babies, and they just keep burning

Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've gotta lot of things to learn Said, "I would and I'll be leaving one day Before my heart starts to burn" So

God and His only Son Paid a courtesy call on Earth, one Sunday morning Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips Songbirds sang from the tips of Cottonwoods

my thang I be hustlin' From Monday to Sunday, doin' what I want I be gettin' it in They see I still I got much to learn But I know I still I got money to burn

the wood expand, front to back Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump Never take what I earn Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn

mountains big and small crumbled all away when mama prayed Seventeen and wild I hit the bottle Doing anything I dang well please Burning down life's highway at full throttle While mama burned

all day Mmmmm you can find me in Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Sunday

firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war All out, what, what, wanna blow, what, what Teamsters what what, mother fucker From Monday to Sunday