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Sun-Day [Released]
Punch Clock Prophets
40Hip-Hop/Rap2025
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Sun-Day [Released] è stato pubblicato il 21 novembre 2025 da Purgatorio Studio come parte dell'album Echoes Of The Grind
AlbumEchoes Of The Grind
Data di uscita21 novembre 2025
EtichettaPurgatorio Studio
LinguaEnglish
BPM89
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Testi

[Intro]
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.
[Hook]
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—
If it's the wrong kind of weather — we bringin’ it inside.
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 fuck with drama on a Sun-day.
[Verse 1]
Got foil on the grill and a playlist tight,
Spades on the table and the vibe’s just right.
Kids tossin’ water balloons in the backyards,
Granny yellin’ “watch the ribs, not the cars!”
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 patch been at peace since cassette tape days.”
[Hook]
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—
If it's the wrong kind of weather — we bringin’ it inside.
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 fuck with drama on a Sun-day.
[Verse 2]
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 pass them a plate and let 'em sit for a while.
[Bridge]
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.
[Final Hook – Slowed Down, Heavier Bass]
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—
If it's the wrong kind of weather — we bringin’ it inside.
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 fuck with drama on a Sun...Day.
[Outro – Spoken/Soft Rap]
So light it up, let the smoke roll slow,
Keep the lid closed on anything cold.
Today ain’t for fights or flexin’ ends—
It’s ribs, loud laughs, and real-ass friends.
Written by: Punch Clock

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