What I see/feel when I listen to this song:
It's 1997, I'm sitting at home in the afternoon, watching The Preacher's Wife on TV... and my mom is cooking Sunday dinner. I hear the popping of grease and smell something I know I'm going to like. And I'm (im)patiently waiting for the sweet tea to cool down...
I'm young, so of course there's no real homework to do. I'm free to enjoy -- and hold tightly onto -- the last few hours of the weekend.
Relaxation.
Shout out to Samantha :)
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