Donnie Trumpet, The Social Experiment, Jamila Woods - Sunday Candy lyrics
[Donnie Trumpet, The Social Experiment, Jamila Woods - Sunday Candy lyrics]
She can say in her voice
In her way that she love me
With her eyes, with her smile
With her belt, with her hands, with her money
I am the thesis of her prayers
Her nieces and her nephews are
Just pieces of the layers
Only ones she love as much as
Me is Jesus Christ and Taylor
I got a future so I'm singing for my grandma
You singing too
But, your grandma ain't my grandma
Mine's is handmade, pan-fried, sun-dried
Southside, and beat the devil by a landslide
Praying with her hands tied, president
Of my fan club, santa
Something told me I should bring
My butt to church
You gotta move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy you gotta move slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for this whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy
Come on in this house, 'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
I come to church for the candy
Your peppermints is the truth
I'm pessimistic on Monday if I
Had tweaked and missed you
You look so good with that hat on
Had to match with the shoes
Came and dressed in the satin
I came and sat in your pew
I come to Christmas for dinner
Fifty rolls on my plate
Hella holes in my stocking holding
Your pockets in place
I like my love with a budget
I like my hugs with a scent
You smell like light
Gas, water, electricity, rent
You sound like
"Why the gospel choir got so tired?"
Singin' his praises daily basis so
I gotta try it
You're my dreamcatcher, dream team
Team captain
Matter fact, I ain't seen you in a minute
Let me take my butt to church
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You gotta move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy you gotta move slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for this whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy
Come on in this house, 'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
In her way that she love me
With her eyes, with her smile
With her belt, with her hands, with her money
I am the thesis of her prayers
Her nieces and her nephews are
Just pieces of the layers
Only ones she love as much as
Me is Jesus Christ and Taylor
I got a future so I'm singing for my grandma
You singing too
But, your grandma ain't my grandma
Mine's is handmade, pan-fried, sun-dried
Southside, and beat the devil by a landslide
Praying with her hands tied, president
Of my fan club, santa
Something told me I should bring
My butt to church
You gotta move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy you gotta move slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for this whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy
Come on in this house, 'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
I come to church for the candy
Your peppermints is the truth
I'm pessimistic on Monday if I
Had tweaked and missed you
You look so good with that hat on
Had to match with the shoes
Came and dressed in the satin
I came and sat in your pew
I come to Christmas for dinner
Fifty rolls on my plate
Hella holes in my stocking holding
Your pockets in place
I like my love with a budget
I like my hugs with a scent
You smell like light
Gas, water, electricity, rent
You sound like
"Why the gospel choir got so tired?"
Singin' his praises daily basis so
I gotta try it
You're my dreamcatcher, dream team
Team captain
Matter fact, I ain't seen you in a minute
Let me take my butt to church
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You gotta move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy you gotta move slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for this whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy
Come on in this house, 'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house
'cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain