Sun-Day (Explicit)-Punch Clock Prophets
    使用手机浏览器「扫一扫」

    在手机上保存,获得更好体验

标签
猜你喜欢的歌曲
歌词

Sun-Day (Explicit) - Punch Clock Prophets

Lyrics by:Punch Clock

Composed by:Punch Clock

Grill poppin' bass knockin'

Don't bring no shade the sun's still poppin''

Kids runnin' wild smoke in the breeze

If you got beef better save it for the freeze

It's ribs on the rack beer on ice

Auntie doin' the wobble Uncle talkin' dice

Don't let trouble try to crash this vibe—

Tell that ******* “Not today not this tribe”

Smoke in the air we seasoned and fed

Family and love that's the bread

If you came for static better swerve away

We don't **** with drama on a Sun-day

Got foil on the grill and a playlist tight

Spades on the table and the vibe's just right

Kids tossin' water balloons at cars

Granny yellin' “watch the ribs not the stars”

Some dude roll up with a mean-ass face

Tryna flex hard in this chill-ass place

But my cousin at the gate said “you best behave—

This backyard's holy like a hometown rave”

It's ribs on the rack beer on ice

Auntie doin' the wobble Uncle talkin' dice

Don't let trouble try to crash this vibe—

Tell that ******* “Not today not this tribe”

Smoke in the air we seasoned and fed

Family and love that's the bread

If you came for static better swerve away

We don't **** with drama on a Sun-day

Cornbread gold that mac real thick

Niece got a chain and a hula hoop trick

Old heads sippin' and talkin' past

About who had hands and who ran fast

Someone yell “shots?” Nah just a toast—

“To the ones still here and the ones we lost most”

And if a fake friend come with a fake-ass smile

We hug 'em feed 'em and ghost 'em in style

Ain't no sirens in this soundtrack

Only kids laughin' and that grill crack

If you ain't blood be cool or bounce

This block don't count clout — it counts amounts

It's ribs on the rack beer on ice

Auntie doin' the wobble Uncle talkin' dice

Don't let trouble try to crash this vibe—

Tell that ******* “Not today not this tribe”

Smoke in the air we seasoned and fed

Family and love that's the bread

If you came for static better swerve away

We don't **** with drama on a SunDay

So light it up let the smoke roll slow

Keep the gate closed on anything cold

Today ain't for fights or flexin' ends—

It's ribs loud laughs and real-ass friends

展开显示全部歌词