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Producer: D.K. the Punisher
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Writer: Alecia Grey
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Lyrics and translation
Original
Fry plantain pon Sunday morning. Fry plantain pon Sunday morning.
Head start spin when time me walk in. Yeah, so she wa green. Fry plantain pon
Sunday morning. Fry plantain pon Sunday morning.
Head start spin when time me walk in. Yeah, so she wa green. Well bright and ting this Sunday morning.
A plate of fry plantain, that's what we start with.
Deep on the side, we sip that real slow. Mint leaves smell nice, we pick what we grow. Yeah.
Mountain sides, birds fly by. Light blue skies, your deep red eyes. This my kind of vibe.
Nah, nuh neighbor, no. Riddim a flow so we nah fi even box it, no, 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-
Oh my, oh my.
Fry plantain pon Sunday morning. Fry plantain pon Sunday morning.
Head start -spin when time me walk in. -Yeah.
-So she wa green. -Uh, you know I love you like cooked food.
You fucking with a good dude.
If you riding with me, baby, ain't no way you could lose. Welcome to the winning team.
You could tell me anything and everything will be all right.
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 of my eye.
Wanna drop my Johnny Appleseed in you and grow an 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 kill.
-Facts.
-The energy is real and I don't take this -shit for granted. -Never.
Take my hand and let's enjoy the fruits and seeds we planted. Fry plantain pon
Sunday morning. A head start spin soon as me walk in.
South bound skin, girl, tell me where you been. Me can't stop, but green in your love me drowning.
Fry plantain pon Sunday morning. Fry plantain pon Sunday morning.
Watch your head start spin when time me walk in.
Oh my. Fry plantain pon Sunday morning.
Fry plantain pon Sunday morn- Hey, your head start spin when time you walk in.
Why you gimme that fry plantain and breadfruit? Gimme my ackee too.
-What? -You know how I do.
Yeah, me like your vibe when you whipping it up. Inna me kitchen, you tough. Green juice drip inna cup.
Likkle scallion, onion sauté. You know you the part, make me shine all day.
Sharp blade slice right through, know you nah play.
Sip likkle shotness, a that me want, -babe. -Right.
Yeah.
Hey, gimme the fry, fry plantain every morning.
Yeah, yeah, you done know it gonna be a little- -Yes, baby -. . .
breakfast -in the morning. -Yeah.
I really, really like seeing you inna me kitchen.
-What? -Yeah, so fry up some fry plantain.
-Fry plantain. -Got ackee, likkle breadfruit.
-Breadfruit.
-And it even have to do it inna the kitchen alone, you know. We can go at the riverside.
-Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. -Bush spot style.
Oh, gosh.