Big B - Sunday Mornings (feat. Reggy Steel) Lyrics

I remember waking up on Sundays, breakfast on the table
Channel 10 on TV no we didn't have cable
Dress to impress that's that Sundays best
And Mama forced us out of bed to go to church and get blessed
Uh, man had the whole fam' in the minivan
Man those were Good Times I felt like Penny man
Unless my shirt was wrinkled, yea I am Penny man
Mama grabbed that iron had me fresher than Diddy man
The Pastor preaching not listening to who he prayed for
Man I was just focused on me playing my Game Boy
My big sis said "You should be ashamed boy"
And First Lady said "Just call out his name boy"
Leave church and be the first to lie
But I still look good in my shirt and tie
And back then man it wasn't for him
And now I'm older man I ain't gon' lie
I really miss them Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
Man I really miss them Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
And Pops would Pray
And Moms used to say get dressed and be on our way
And man I ain't gon' lie I miss them Sunday Mornings
Sunday
2 O'clock hit we go to Grandma Granddads house
They had cable on T.V. that's what I'm talking about
Started off with some Rugrats and then it was Doug
It was me, my bros, and my sis
Man it was love
We ate dinner 'round 3
And Grandma wouldn't let me get another plate
Until I ate up my greens
I would fight it
She wouldn't budge
Granddad would get mad
He'd be like "Jo he don't want it he ain't gotta eat that"
Now we both in timeout
And Granddad would get mad find something to whine 'bout
Like "Son this is my house"
But soon to both of us it was well known
That Grandma was the Queen it was her Throne
Yea, man I really miss it
The boys grabbed the trash
While Brittney did the dishes
Granddad in his recliner just reading all them scriptures
And Grandma looking real fly in her slippers
Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
Man I really miss them Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
And Pops would Pray
And Moms used to say get dressed and be on our way
And man I ain't gon' lie I miss them Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
Man I really miss them Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
And Pops would Pray
And Moms used to say get dressed and be on our way
And man I ain't gon' lie I miss them Sunday Mornings
Sunday Mornings
Blessed
Blessed
Blessed
Blessed
And As I look around me
I realize
That we are
Blessed
Blessed
Blessed
Blessed
And As I look around me
I realize
That we are Blessed
That we are Blessed