I was too late on a Sunday
Shoulda been around there Monday
You're so beautiful you need a runway
Once I get that paper we gon' run away
I was too late on a Sunday
Shoulda been around there Monday
You're so beautiful you need a runway
Once I get that paper we gon' run away
Just another story of a braids maid
Left without a ring and all the same pain
We was thinking this wouldn't be the same thang
But like they say without that pain there's no gain
No aim, less what I say
We walkin' round aimless and barely even pray
I know I'm a slave and politics charades
Earth wanna walk off, peace to our rains
I was too late on a Sunday
Shoulda been around there Monday
You're so beautiful you need a runway
Once I get that paper we gon' run away
I was too late on a Sunday
Shoulda been around there Monday
You're so beautiful you need a runway
Once I get that paper we gon' run away