It’s Sunday afternoon and the fridge is empty & my pockets are mad linty. Where’s all the beer & barbecues at? Don’t hold out! If you know what’s up, let a fool know. You bring the steaks & I’ll bring the boombox.
Remember this barebeque jam?
MP3: Lighter Shade of Brown - On A Sunday Afternoon
Shit is hot! I used to have the cassingle and would bump it whenever my sisters latino boyfriend would come over. Just so he’d know I was down. I don’t think he thought I was down.
Sean, I think you’re down & that’s all that matters.