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• Artiste: Kota the Friend
• Titre: No Rap On Sunday
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No rap on Sunday No rap on Sunday No rap on Sunday Good morning, good morning, I hope that you happy and rested Fixin' your bedding and countin’ your blessings, recalibratin' your sense of direction Today we gon' have us a lil’ intervention, open the window and break through the tension Sit for a minute and set our intentions, let go the foolish idea of perfection It's killin' your spirit, I see, reality not what you see on IG Yes, I'ma show you the key to the Jeep, but not how I sit in the seat and I weep This ain't reality TV, nobody is watchin' as I sip my tea and I read Takin' my babies to school, out in the garden, I figured I'd keep it for me Outside on my balcony, I sit and wonder if I have been meetin’ my needs Am I in tune with the spirit and purpose fulfillin’ and inhalin' deep when I breathe? Am I creatin’ a better path or am I just simply repeatin' the scheme? Is my intention on growin' the grass or am I just focused on keepin' it green? Hol’ up, my mama is callin' She told me it's Sunday, so I should bring over the babies So they could go play in the yard, come and get somethin' to eat You gotta let go of your baggage to really be happy, it's funny how nothin' is free Every Sunday, she sayin' to me Boy, you know it's Sunday (Boy, you better get your ass over here, woo) No rap on Sunday (Bring them kids, better bring my babies over here, right there, no rap on Sunday) Bring your ass, you know it's Sunday (Bring my babies over there, no rap on Sunday) No rap on Sunday (Your cousin here from down South, no rap on Sunday) We playin' the classics, you know my mama ain't playin' no ratchet You know she always got fruit in the basket, you know it's fresh out the oven and slappin' You know the family comin' to eat, I eat the energy up with a passion I tear the plate up like I am a savage, hard to be sad when everyone laughin', yeah Wintertime out in Bed-Stuy, when the vibe right, have the best time When the food good and the folks real, that shit'll help a nigga get by No GMO in my mama kitchen, she walk around with her head high She did good for her whole life, now she sit back with her red wine Reminiscin' on the times I would give her hell Niggas on the block still up in a cell Boy, I seen the world, I could show and tell Wasn't for the girl, boy, I couldn't tell Wasn't for my dad, boy, I couldn't tell Wasn't for the bros, boy, I couldn't tell Wasn't for the code, boy, I woulda fell down with the rest I step out and breathe in the air The energy thick, the babies are small, hmm, but we'll see in a year (No rap on Sundays) I put down the list, appreciate y'all, they see me and pull up a chair All that I did, the right and the wrong, I'm really just happy I'm here (No rap on Sundays) Boy, you know it's Sunday (Better get your ass over here) No rap on Sunday (Bring them kids, better bring my babies over here, right there, ain't no rap on Sunday) Bring your ass, you know it's Sunday (Bring my babies over there) No rap on Sunday (Your cousin here from down South) Thank you for tuning in to the Sunday broadcast (No rap on Sundays) We hope you enjoyed recharging with us Next we're back to our regularly-scheduled programming (No rap on Sundays) Facing facts, decoding the angles (No rap on Sundays) Dealing with the politics as usual This is your news anchor Ari Melber, signing off