
Sunday Sauce
lo-fi hip-hop, improvisational jazz, analog warmth, fresh beats, unexpected sampling, bushwick vibes, millennial groove, dolby
FAUX MOI·3:29

3:29
Sunday Sauce
lo-fi hip-hop, improvisational jazz, analog warmth, fresh beats, unexpected sampling, bushwick vibes, millennial groove, dolby
Creator: FAUX MOIRelease Date: February 14, 2025
Lyrics
❤️ Family ❤️
Listen on Spotify ⤵️
https://open.spotify.com/track/1mR4x9XWQ9u8m2bietHzSt
More streaming links ➡️ fauxmoi.co
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Morning hums through the screen door
Kids laughter skips like stones
The yard is a canvas
Chalk ghosts
And sneakers tracing loops in the grass
Mama’s voice weaves the breeze
A hymn or a warning
Can’t tell which
But it always lands soft
No kings, no crowns
Just hands holding hands
The air is heavy with nothing
But love
And that’s everything
A game of spades on the porch
Stories shuffled with the deck
Granny’s chair rocks in time
With a song nobody remembers learning
The radio croons from the kitchen
Words dissolve like sugar in tea
Sweet
Even when the meaning fades
No thrones, no titles
Just laughter that stretches
Like shadows at dusk
The sun hangs low
But it stays just a little longer
The clock stays quiet today
The world outside
Can spin without us
Here, the moments fold inward
Soft corners
Loud conversation
We don’t measure time
We hold it
Until it lets us go
And when it does
It leaves the door open
Just a crack
No kings, no crowns
Just family around
This is everything
Listen on Spotify ⤵️
https://open.spotify.com/track/1mR4x9XWQ9u8m2bietHzSt
More streaming links ➡️ fauxmoi.co
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Morning hums through the screen door
Kids laughter skips like stones
The yard is a canvas
Chalk ghosts
And sneakers tracing loops in the grass
Mama’s voice weaves the breeze
A hymn or a warning
Can’t tell which
But it always lands soft
No kings, no crowns
Just hands holding hands
The air is heavy with nothing
But love
And that’s everything
A game of spades on the porch
Stories shuffled with the deck
Granny’s chair rocks in time
With a song nobody remembers learning
The radio croons from the kitchen
Words dissolve like sugar in tea
Sweet
Even when the meaning fades
No thrones, no titles
Just laughter that stretches
Like shadows at dusk
The sun hangs low
But it stays just a little longer
The clock stays quiet today
The world outside
Can spin without us
Here, the moments fold inward
Soft corners
Loud conversation
We don’t measure time
We hold it
Until it lets us go
And when it does
It leaves the door open
Just a crack
No kings, no crowns
Just family around
This is everything
