Chance The Rapper - Sunday Candy lyrics

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Chance The Rapper - Sunday Candy lyrics

[Produced by Donnie Trumpet and the Social Experiment] [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] She could 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 hand made, pan fried, sun dried Southside, and beat the devil by a landslide Praying with her hands tied, president of my fan club Stand tall, something told me I should bring my bu*t to church [Hook: Jamila Woods (2x)] You gotta move it slowly Take it in 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 [Bridge: Jamila Woods] Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down tired, it's gonna rain You better come in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down tired, it's gonna rain [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] 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 And his praise is 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, lemme take my bu*t to church [Hook (5x) + Bridge (2x): Jamila Woods and Others]