DreThePhoenix - Sunday Lunch lyrics

[Chorus] (Mark Hardy) Cause everyday is a Sunday When I'm chilling with my baby You know she drives me crazy Lady... (Yung Rudd) The gyal bess like Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch All the haters them, they're dunce Watch she once, she's a Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch Men could say what they want From day 1, she's a Sunday lunch She's my Sunday lunch (x5) What [Verse 1 - Mark Hardy] Nobody bess like you They can't dress like you Impress like you, gyal Nobody style like you Them look fly like you Them wah try like you, gyal You know baby if I make a wish I would have you everyday just like my favourite dish Stew chicken, callaloo and macaroni pie Lentil peas, potato salad on the side Sunday afternoon, baby we could take a ride We'll be rolling around the island, you're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde Got me reminiscing, like the tapes with Dr. Hyde Cyah stop thinking 'bout you baby, got to be with you tonight, yeah Or we could take a drive down Chaguaramas I could see you in my future like Nostradamus Leave home the entourage, we don't need no drama Cause you're my all star like Panorama [Chorus] (Mark Hardy) Cause everyday is a Sunday When I'm chilling with my baby You know she drives me crazy Lady... (Yung Rudd) The gyal bess like Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch All the haters them, they're dunce Watch she once, she's a Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch Men could say what they want From day 1, she's a Sunday lunch She's my Sunday lunch (x5) What [Verse 2 - Yung Rudd] Baby girl, you's the one for me So blind by love, but I want to see Your lovely smile, what a scene Make a young Trini say so comfortably That you are my lover lover I don't want another Jim Carrey bamsie, I go dumb and dumber When you start to bubble I say, "Wa chubble?" I'm fresh to d**h, and I need a stunt double You're hotter than a pepper sauce on stew chicken and rice Me eh care. Who vex, lost; is so me like it, like Spice Nice My love, I'm stamping Cause you sweet, like plantain The haters, they're faling They're bitter, like tamarind Haha, damn it I don't know what else to say But you's my doux-doux darling My Sunday Lunch [Chorus] (Mark Hardy) Cause everyday is a Sunday When I'm chilling with my baby You know she drives me crazy Lady... (Yung Rudd) The gyal bess like Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch All the haters them, they're dunce Watch she once, she's a Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch The gyal bess like Sunday lunch Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch Men could say what they want From day 1, she's a Sunday lunch She's my Sunday lunch (x5) What