Sunday Dominoes
by Malik Raines · Afro & Caribbean › Afrobeats · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
latin, afrobeats, romantic, warm, guitar
Prompt
latin afrobeats, soft romantic male vocal, log drums, guitar licks, laid-back groove, warm tropical feel
Lyrics
"Shuffle 'em up, boy." Click, clack, Sunday Two o'clock, Grandpa's in the shade already Board on two crates, his hands still steady I brought Ana, first time meeting the family He tips his hat and says, "Sit down, play with me" She don't know the rules, so I'm whispering tips He says, "No coaching," with a toothpick in his lips Every tile hits like thunder in July He ain't watching the game, I can see it in his eye Sunday dominoes He's reading her like a hand he already knows Click, clack, slow Every tile she lays, I feel it in my bones Sunday dominoes He ain't playing for the points, he's picking who I hold Sunday dominoes Round three, she's counting faster than me Blocks his five and he laughs till he can't breathe Asks where her people from, asks her mama's name Asks if she can dance, she says, "Better than I play" I'm sweating like I'm the one being tested Cousins gather round, now everybody's invested He waves Grandma over, says, "Come look at this one" Grandma just smiles like she knew it 'fore it begun Sunday dominoes He's reading her like a hand he already knows Click, clack, slow Every tile she lays, I feel it in my bones Sunday dominoes He ain't playing for the points, he's picking who I hold Sunday dominoes On the way out he pulls me close Says, "I met your grandma over a game of these, you know She beat me twice, I married her by June Don't be slow, boy. Bring her back soon." Click, clack Same time next week