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[male vocals] Yoh

Ayyy……………………………

It’

s

Caliboy

Mmmmmmh

Eeeish (

Slow,

melancholic

piano

melody

building

into

a

steady

rhythmic

beat)

Lord,

I’

m

kneeling

here,

dust

on

my

knees

Looking

up

at

the

heavens,

begging

for

the

keys

I

know

the

day

is

coming,

the

trumpet

gonna

sound

But

I

got

a

request,

Lord,

before

you

touch

the

ground

I

see

the

streets

of

the

world,

I

see

the

hustle

and

the

pain

People

running

in

circles,

trying

to

break

the

heavy

chain

I

know

your

judgment

is

holy,

I

know

your

fire

is

pure

But

Lord,

they’

re

broken,

they

need

a

way

to

endure

I’

m

looking

at

the

calendar,

looking

at

the

way

we

live

We’

re

holding

onto

sins,

with

so

much

left

to

give

If

you

come

on

a

Friday,

the

bars

are

all

full

The

world

is

spinning

fast,

and

the

demons

start

to

pull

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Being

the

day,

when

the

sinners,

the

lost,

and

the

ones

far

from

home,

Remember

you

Ambuye,

mmh

being

the

day

when

the

grace

of

the

Savior,

Is

hovering

over

the

crowd,

being

the

day,

pamene

bantu

bambili,

bama

pemphelako,

Naku

nkalako

holy,

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Otherwise,

a

lot

might

not

make

it

to

heaven,

Ambuye

please,

mmh

iyi

ndiye

pempho

yanga

I

pray

thee,

Lord.

I

think

about

machakolwa,

I

think

about

mahule,

mmh

I

think

about

the

ones

in

the

bar

Chasing

the

bottle,

trying

to

outrun

every

scar

Elo

I

think

about

mfwiti,

na

ma

thieves,

lurking

in

the

dark

of

the

night

But

come

Sunday

morning,

they’

re

seeking

for

the

light

They

put

on

their

best

clothes,

they

sit

in

the

pew

Even

for

a

moment,

their

spirits

turn

back

to

you

If

you

come

on

a

Tuesday,

they’

re

deep

in

the

trap

They

wouldn’

t

stand

a

chance,

they’

d

fall

into

the

gap

But

Sunday

is

special,

the

atmosphere

is

thin

It’

s

the

only

day,

Lord,

we

try

to

wash

away

the

sin

Eeeish,

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Being

the

day,

when

the

sinners,

the

lost,

and

the

ones

far

from

home,

Remember

you

Ambuye,

mmh

being

the

day

when

the

grace

of

the

Savior,

Is

hovering

over

the

crowd,

being

the

day,

pamene

bantu

bambili,

bama

pemphelako,

Naku

nkalako

holy,

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Otherwise,

a

lot

might

not

make

it

to

heaven,

Ambuye

please,

mmh

iyi

ndiye

pempho

yanga

I

pray

thee,

Lord.

Mmmmmmh (

Instrumentation

swells,

powerful

strings

and

percussion)

We

are

your

children,

stumbling

in

the

dark

Trying

to

keep

alive

the

flicker

of

the

spark

Don’

t

come

when

the

lights

are

low

and

the

hearts

are

cold

Come

when

the

story

of

your

love

is

being

told

Sunday,

Lord,

Sunday,

that’

s

when

we

pray

Sunday,

Lord,

Sunday,

that’

s

when

we

sway

To

the

rhythm

of

your

spirit,

to

the

truth

of

your

grace

Give

us

a

fighting

chance

to

see

your

holy

face

If

you

came

on

any

other

day,

Lord,

you

know

that,

even

your

most

trusted

servants,

Might

not

make

it

to

heaven,

for

you

know

them,

mmh

you

see

them

also,

What

they

do,

who

they

become,

when

Sunday

bells

go

off,

Mmh

for

they

are

only

but

human

also,

Flesh

and

blood.

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Being

the

day,

when

the

sinners,

the

lost,

and

the

ones

far

from

home,

Remember

you

Ambuye,

mmh

being

the

day

when

the

grace

of

the

Savior,

Is

hovering

over

the

crowd,

being

the

day,

pamene

bantu

bambili,

bama

pemphelako,

Naku

nkalako

holy,

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Otherwise,

a

lot

might

not

make

it

to

heaven,

Ambuye

please,

mmh

iyi

ndiye

pempho

yanga

I

pray

thee,

Lord.

Mmmmh,

Just

imagine,

we

even

have

time

tables

for

sinning,

and

being

holy

and

decent,

We

are

even

proud

to

sin

on

any

other

day,

mmh

but

Sunday?

Mmh

mmh,

Sunday

is

for

being

righteous,

holy

and

decent.

So

please

Ambuye,

reconsider

and

put

the

judgement

day

on

a

Sunday,

So

that

a

lot

can

make

it

to

heaven,

Otherwise

if

you

came

on

any

other

day,

other

than

Sunday,

a

lot

of

people

are

going

to

hell

Ambuye,

mmh

elo

muma

wona

naku

wona,

how

people

behave

on

Monday,

Tuesday,

Wednesday

Thursday,

Eeish

Friday,

siyokamba

nokamba

Ambuye,

mmmh,

then

Sunday

comes,

boom!

People

are

holy,

mmh

people

are

humble

and

decent

enough

to

make

it

to

heaven.

So

please

Ambuye,

iyi

ndiye

Pempho

yanga,

ngati

chingankale

chokwanilisika,

Siku

yoweluza

muyifake

pa

Sunday,

nipempha.

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Being

the

day,

when

the

sinners,

the

lost,

and

the

ones

far

from

home,

Remember

you

Ambuye,

mmh

being

the

day

when

the

grace

of

the

Savior,

Is

hovering

over

the

crowd,

being

the

day,

pamene

bantu

bambili,

bama

pemphelako,

Naku

nkalako

holy,

Oh

Ambuye

please,

mmh

is

it

possible

kufaka

judgement

day

pa

Sunday?

Otherwise,

a

lot

might

not

make

it

to

heaven,

Ambuye

please,

mmh

iyi

ndiye

pempho

yanga

I

pray

thee,

Lord.

Yeah,

just

a

Sunday,

Lord

One

day

when

we’

re

all

trying

to

do

right

Don’

t

catch

us

off

guard

Let

us

have

that

Sunday

light

Ambuye,

please

hear

my

cry (

Fade

out

with

soft

piano

and

distant

church

bells)

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