Wakin up Sunday morning
6'o clock on the dot
My mind's hazin
Still f*cked up, drugged up
And you got me thinkin
About how life was better
Not a debtor when being
Side by side, next to you
Was all that mattered
Yeah, and you got me thinking
Yeah, and you got me thinking
Yeah, and you got me thinking
Where would I be if I buckled down
Stuck around
Got that 9-5 pushin paper all uptown
But it all seems so rich
Livin for the qouta
Corporation own ya
People rulin ovva
A never ending Coda
Yeah, and you got me thinking
Yeah, and you got me thinking
Yeah, but you got me thinking
Would it still be too much?
Gotta run gotta lose her
I'm thinking too much
Gonna go gonna tell her
Its been like three months
Still thinking of her
I think I love her
But I'm never gonna tell her
6:00 A.m. Sunday morning she's up dressed and chasin Paper
She's probably gonna to see him later
I wonder how she's doing what she's thinkin
Is she all alone and blue or pining over someone new
Yeah, and you got me thinking
Yeah, and you got me thinking
Yeah, but you got me thinking
Would it still be too much?
Gotta run gotta lose her
I'm thinking too much
Go gonna tell her
It's been like three months
Still thinking of her
I know I love her
But I never got to tell her