Lyrics:
Caramel Sunday, brownie fudge chocolate, caramel Sunday, brownie fudge chocolate
A caramel, brown skin,
A brownie fudge, chocolate tone,
A banana
Caramel Sunday, brownie fudge chocolate, caramel Sunday, brownie fudge chocolate
A caramel, brown skin,
A brownie fudge, chocolate tone,
A banana
here by your side, shawty
Skin and bones under the covers
Kept our love undercover
Nonchalant, very subtle
Tryin' not to step on the puddle
They judge you by your money
Or the color of your skin
They read you by the cover
Don't take time to read within
They judge you without jury
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
Sunday morning
Woke up
to mi ankle bone
Mi ankle bone connected to mi toe bone
Mi toe bone connected to mi toenail bone
What a whole heap a bone
Dis a skin, flesh a bone a fi
You got me by the skin and bones
You got me by the skin and bones
You got me by the skin and bones
Don't let go
The day was long, the night was slow
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
When it's one man against the world, I shouldn't have
Yeah
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit
by the lake
Watching boats and planes
Pretty white clouds
The sun will sweat
In fact the song begins
Trees are your skin
On my tongue
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that
Yeah
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit
And her sisters and her brothers
Couldn't see her when she walked by
She looked like skin and bone.
Don't eat no mashed potatoes,
Don't eat no
for rendezvous
Tell me who to ask, tried the shit they taught in Sunday school
Answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to
Eaten up by
of dirt, this little pile of stones.
I can wash the dust from off my face, and skin
But this earth is in my bones.
Military vehicles are passing through our
it? Won't He, Won't He
Ay, ay
I just want to wake up
On Sunday morning
(Sunday, Sunday, Sunday)
I been on my way up (way up, way up)
Now blessings be
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers
share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us
in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit
the mold that I am
yourself, that's that self love
That nightlife means nothing
I'd rather sit by the campfire, tell some funny stories, maybe break a couple bones
Ran away from
in the game and you hate it
(I got pressure)
What is skin? What is bone?
Makes it hard to walk earth alone
Stop calling, won't pick up the phone
Stop
Mmh
Skin that covers my bones
My bones
Skin
Skin of a cfrican Queen
It really doesn't matter the shade of black you are
‘Cause to me you are pure
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
best that I never will forget
Yeah!
She's looking up into the broken sun
Skins burning all night long until the bone (bone)
She's cold to you coz you're
Chale
You no go lov to dey in ma skin
No go love to dey in my skin
Wen I dey yankee
He mixed
Followed by
Yellow bone
clso
He light skin
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