Sunday Girl
Barber turned artist
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- A major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 8.8s
- length
- 2:15
- language
- En
lyrics
(eh eh) She come every Sunday, say she need a trim Her hair no dey grow that fast, I no be dim I cut am slow, I take my time, I no dey rush She dey smile for mirror and my hand dey shake small Everybody for shop don know (don know) Even the small boy don know Only she never sabi Or she sabi and she no go show Sunday girl, Sunday girl You be the only reason say I open for weekend Sunday girl, Sunday girl Tell me say I fine, make I hear am from your mouth Last week she come with friend, my whole chest fall The friend talk say "na him be the barber wey you talk about" My guy, I nearly cut the man ear off Because she talk about me. She talk about me. (harmonies, no drums) Next Sunday I go ask am. Next Sunday. I swear. Next Sunday. (DROP) Sunday girl, Sunday girl You be the only reason say I open for weekend Sunday girl, Sunday girl Tell me say I fine, make I hear am from your mouth (Sunday girl...)