The Silence k**ers (TSK) - Sunday @ Your Mother's lyrics

[Intro] Reminiscing About the days, the days When we were younger The way, the way Life was simple We've grown to be kinda forgetful But one thing I know they won't forget about me [Verse 1: Mouf] This a come up on the low Had a 0 to a Fade the summer of '04 Someone knocking at the door Well let ‘em in If y'all ain't bring beers or b**hes, y'all need friends If y'all ain't bring gars or weed, y'all need 10 For this piece of this peace we blowin' I need Zen And then I called straggler I seen this fine b**h in the cut, I had to have her Came up with some sh** to say like 'I'm an actor' Remind me of them TV shows you know The Bachelor? Must've been my sharp a** wit that had attracted her Then the sh** turned into Brazzers Uncut, torn up, door shut, p**n Hub She recruit two more b**hes, but won't force em' (FOURSOME) Always want a piece of the cake the large portion Now she screamin' out for endorsements Like please b**h You just caught the wave and now you sea sick You could've been the one if you'da only cooked Bistec Sports Center, Food Channel yeah all the presets Then she screamed out 'You'll Never Be sh**, n***a!" [Bridge: Bugzy Lavoe] Yeah See baby I understand I f**ed your friend, but Ain't no way we can't make amends Let a playa back in... [Hook] The Way, the way Life was simple We've grown to be kind of forgetful The Way, The Way Life was simple But one thing I know you won't forget about me [Verse 2: André DeSaint] What up n***as? how y'all? it's DeSaint the villain I'm still writing rhymes but besides that I'm chillin' It wouldn't take much to restore that old feeling So I'm tryna take em back to the day I wrote Illin' I'm so '89 I feel like Spike Lee She say she'd do the right thing for the right fee I told her that she might sing in the right key She said is you that n***a? I said b**h I might be Listen, there's really no topic we can't arrive to Articulated ignorance yeah I know I surprised you You can call me anything except the one that you lied to Be tailored for that bullsh**, don't ever let em size you Im out here screaming, ‘where the funds at?' I don't say much, unless you show me where the drums at Run that, snatchin' hoes and I ain't giving one back I've been this way since I've been this way This ain't no comeback, n***a [Hook]