| Look at the sun so pretty today |
| it’s so bright, it’s so smashing |
| Lasting, helps out the grass and |
| Smile when it’s morning time |
| Last night I wrote 3 rhymes, I woke up to see the sun shine |
| If, God is my witness |
| In scriptures and pictures |
| The Sun kiss scrumptious son, it’s Nutricious |
| It makes me wanna climb |
| Take a bite out of shine |
| This little light of mine |
| Yo, the son could never be pussy, He always come out |
| He’ll sit right there, even if you pull your gun out |
| He can never run out, when the lights go out |
| If your pants turn out, a herb head spun around |
| I see Yellow and Green, It’s a beautiful thing |
| The sky’s blue, 'cos the sun hit the water like «BING» |
| A reflection (uh-huh) and that’s all it is (word) |
| You can’t stare at him long, cos your face’ll do like this |
| Look who’s shining again |
| (Oh My My MY) |
| We’ve Been Rhyming again |
| (Oh My My My) |
| Ice be blinding the men |
| (Oh My My My) |
| We come through time and time again |
| (Oh My My My) |
| Check out my nephew |
| He jumped up in the window just to see you |
| Look what he drew |
| A car, house, always wants to be with you |
| He’s just as Jolly, He always begging me to let him see you |
| I’m like «probably if you clean up, and read a little» |
| You make people eyes glow |
| You got the weather channel bugging and you stubborn when it snow |
| You my mentor, Mothers name their Kids after you |
| New slang, nothing personal, we knowin what you been through |
| (Sun) You roll like, one in a million yo |
| (Sun Sun) You always find like, one in a building yo |
| We those babies from day one |
| All I had was you on my birthday baby- think you owe me one |
| The way the world look when you around |
| Prisoners get out, look up, run at you and then kiss the ground |
| You my favourite, I wish we had three more of you |
| I adore you, plus I even go to the store for you |
| Look who’s shining again |
| (Oh My My MY) |
| We’ve Been Rhyming again |
| (Oh My My My) |
| Ice be blinding the men |
| (Oh My My My) |
| We come through time and time again |
| (Oh My My My) |
| I would die for a sun, can being richer and cruel |
| Reachin a full 98, and got the kids in the pool |
| Isn’t it cool how it spreads joy, hons lay in it |
| And it’s hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished |
| ? before, so it’s a fact I support |
| Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you walk |
| The heat-driven, A theory I plung to deep living is |
| Souls have to go through the sun to reach Heaven |
| And, sensing retreat, our souls badden the scene |
| Madame believe, since dinosaurs, and Adam and Eve |
| That Sun’s hovered, to the extermination of us |
| It’s a peephole, which leads to the firmament above us |
| Who can take a raindrop |
| And turn it to 3? |
| And drawn up 6 miles, over tropical isles |
| and bring it to the sea |
| Look who’s shining again |
| (Oh My My MY) |
| We’ve Been Rhyming again |
| (Oh My My My) |
| Ice be blinding the men |
| (Oh My My My) |
| We come through time and time again |
| (Oh My My My) |