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Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Head start spin when time me walk in
Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Head start spin when time me walk in
Well, bright and ting this Sunday morning
A plate of fry plantain
That's what we start with
Tea 'pon the side, we sip that real slow
Mint leaves smell nice, we pick what we grow, yeah
Mountainsides, birds fly by
Light blue skies, your deep red eyes
This my kinda vibe, nah no neighbor, no
Riddim a flow, so we n'affi even bounce it low, no
And it's my favorite thing
Linking up with you 'pon a Sunday evening, yeah, yeah
You know I'm loving the vibe
You wanna keep me smiling
Gotta wake up to my-
Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Head start spin when time me walk in
Oh my, oh my
Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Fry plantain 'pon Sunday morning
Head start spin when time me walk in
Yeah (badman)
Uh, you know I love you like cooked food
You fuckin' with a good dude
If you ridin' with me, baby, ain't no way you could lose
Welcome to the winning team
You could tell me anything and everything will be alright
You could stay with me tonight
Girl, if that's what you would like
It take a real woman, make a home, feel warm inside
Promise I won't bite 'less you got a sex appetite
The thought of you keep my mouth watering, can't even lie
Got me fiending for a slice of that apple pie
You the apple in my eye
Want to drop my Johnny Appleseed in you
And grow a apple tree, so we can live happily
You like soul food to me, these other girls is Applebee's
That home-cooked meal, traditional feel (yeah)
'Cause I believe what we eat got
The power to heal or to kill (facts)
The energy is real