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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