Correction Paroles Sunnyside Eggs par Kyprios

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Hit me on a summer day with sunny side eggs
An array of the rays and the sun on my face
What a day to run away on a Sunday
Slip away in the shade

Now I don't wanna grow up sho' nuf
Because the world's gonna be blown up, hold up
Now if the world's gonna be blown up
Then that's a grown folk problem I don't wanna grow up
But I'm a growing boy, I'm even losing hair
Still play with toys, I catch sexual stares
From the females, they want the details of how my heat
feels
When I put it on ya strap on your seatbelts
... HA back to reality
I feel like a kid on Halloween getting celery
Sticks. When all I want is a Kit Kat
Gimme a break a head fake and a jumpshot
Miss... (mystery) I'm miserable
I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my space, ahead of my
time, get outta my face
I've something to say to you
I'm the K to the Y to the P to the R to the I to the O
to the S
Scense true

Hit me on a summer day with sunny side eggs
An array of the rays and the sun on my face
What a day to run away on a Sunday
Slip away in the shade

Let me tell you a little bit about my self, I'm a
cancer
And a man with many questions and very few Allen
Iverson's
And I have been incapable of taking over
No I'm not in the army, but yes I'm a soldier
Don't drink cream soda, don't think things over
Dorrito on my arm I mean a chip on my shoulder
Sometimes that chip becomes a crack in the ice
I might fall through, but I won't call you
From the rainy city of the Lion's Gate where the days
are great
Got my own wit and I'm sharper than a razor blade
When I say all I need to say and the pay is made
Kyprios the comet will gracefully fade away

Hit me on a summer day with sunny side eggs
An array of the rays and the sun on my face
What a day to run away on a Sunday
Slip away in the shade

I don't snort cocaine. I'd rather eat some Coco Puffs
or coconuts
From Kokomo with coco butter on my nuts
With Yoko Ono oh no Yoko Pocahontas down with me
Like Paul told John I'll just let it be
Let it be let it be
Just my verbal poetry
Trapped in your brain cells I've come to set you free
Free your mind you're beautiful
Not a better competitor to edit the edible elements of
intelligence
Now I don't care if the sun comes out today
I'm a still go away
But if that sun decides to show his face
I'll race you to the moonlight

Hit me on a summer day with sunny side eggs
An array of the rays and the sun on my face
What a day to run away on a Sunday
Slip away in the shade

Crawled then I walked then I talked then I rocked and
I'll run inside the sun.

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