[Intro]
Yo, clock in lock-in, we at Boeing, now we rockin’
Steel toes tappin’, rivet guns clappin’,
It’s that aft bodies come up, here’s what’s happenin’.
[Hook]
It’s a Sunday at Boeing, we ain’t stressin’, we vibin’ (vibin’)
Workin’ on some crows, in the wash bay, we hiding (we hiding)
Kyle tells York “Yo, ima take a lil nap” — he nappin’ (he snoring)
Clock slow-rollin’ but we stay kinda grindin’.
[Verse 1]
Some dude strolls up and’s like, “Hey man, are you York?”
“Mark’s finna be late cuz he’s still eating a number nine, pulled pork.”
Well that just figures, York says with a handsome grin,
Looks like it’s gonna be a day of whack a mole, long pin, short pin.
So York and Kyle start walking they asses to the wash bay,
Didn’t come across a single even halfway fine hoe along the way.
But that’s Boeing for ya, we ain’t exactly here for the scenery,
We here for that easy Sunday vibin’ - easy oh tee greenery.
[Hook]
It’s a Sunday at Boeing, we ain’t stressin’, we vibin’ (vibin’)
Workin’ on some crows, in the wash bay, we hiding (we hiding)
Kyle tells York “Yo, ima take a lil nap” — he nappin’ (he snoring)
Clock slow-rollin’ but we stay kinda grindin’.
[Verse 2]
Over in the corner, big Kyle’s talkin’ in his sleep now,
And Mark’s still missin, cuz he just ordered some Kung Pow
You having Kung Pow for seconds? That’s really how Mark rolls?
Meanwhile now Kyle’s out here muttering about some ess and emm trolls.
That’s a Sunday for you - shit can get a little risky
Call me mister, mostly, kinda when I’m feeling hella frisky.
[Bridge]
Lookout on the radio: “Stand by, Mark’s comin’,”
“Hey Kyle wake the fuck up, so Mark don’t hear your snoring hummin’.
Tag lines ready, clean gloves on with that fit tight,
We on track to tackle at least three whole crows tonight.
[Verse 3]
Hold up now, new plan - the game done changed.
We on that day zero tip now - we starting a new plane.
It’s all good tho, cuz York and Kyle are the flexible type
They them ones that get shit done, minus the empty hype.
Man, they’re arguing - who’s gonna hump the boards up the stairs?
They’ve spent two hours just talkin - but nobody really cares.
We don’t rush art; we respect the slow build,
This is Sunday prime time in motion - we keeps the downtime chilled.
[Hook]
It’s a Sunday at Boeing, we ain’t stressin’, we vibin’ (vibin’)
Workin’ on some crows, in the wash bay, we hiding (we hiding)
Kyle tells York “Yo, ima take a lil nap” — he nappin’ (he snoring)
Clock slow-rollin’ but we stay kinda grindin’.
[Verse 4]
Back to the keels now, but Kyle’s gone off missin’
Shows up fifty minutes later and’s like “What?? I was pissin”
Click, clock, tick tock — work talks, bullshit walks
We bout to have these floor boards lookin finer than Megan Fox
What’s up with that chick? She was with the nerd from nine oh two one oh
Maybe she just one of those nineties nostalgia lovin hoes.
We laugh, take five - we bout the only swingin dicks on the floor
Cuz the best type of Sunday is that slow kind of score.
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