sunday in the city

sunday in the city

sounds good to me

sunday in the city

sunday in baltimore city

and my b-more girl looks all the more pretty

with her shorts on

and her shades in hand

and every bar gots sports on

ravens fans

pack the street

first game of the season

we in our own world we ain't came for that reason

so let's take a long walk like jill scott

there's this chill spot on this hill top where we'll stop

spark something up

have a laugh

we got

two straws and a half n half

and i'll be honest girl

i ain't got much money

but i'll spend every dime to take you out to lunch honey

your picking

we can score chick and a half steak

this west coast living got me missing them crab cakes

so let's go

start drinking yo

and maybe later we can catch the grilled lincoln show. please be cautious. of abraham lincoln's feet and top hat

as you enter bill and ted's excellent adventure telephone booth. sunday in the city

sounds good to me

sunday in the city

it's just another day yo

down in sunny day go

even though my money stay low

i still manage

to find a tall smooth beer

i swear all the hottest women in the world all move here

i can't even drive down garnet

without damn near causing a car wreck

these girls are ridiculous

i think when axel rose wrote the lyrics to paradise city he pictured this

it's just a

sunday on the porch my crew's chill in' out

listening to zap

playing horse shoes grilling out

thinking it can't get no better than this but it's bitter sweet as i reminisce. cause every time i think of that city

i think of my man fresh

and wish he was still with me on the stoop

watching the women walk through

i wish he was still living to talk to. damn

be cautious. joan of ark and ghengis khan can be quite unruly as you enter

bill and ted's excellent adventure telephone booth. sunday in the city

sounds good to me

sunday in the city

yo

and these days i'm in hollywood

i don't go out much on sundays although i probably should

i just recover from the previous night

put in the eom beat cd and write

i'm trying to grind harder

and focus on rapping

enough bullshitting and try make something happen

i sit back on reflect on what i'm doing

when i walk around the city i can smell something brewing

but it fleets

i dunno is it still there?

is there magic within the smog filled air?

and i'm a stay till i taste it

i'm good at one thing no way will i waste it

i'm faced with a choice from the voice of the hollywood hills

asking me 'wax

do you got skill?'

i'm like - 'yeah'

it says - 'let's hear it'

sunday wondering pondering the next lyric.