Jamila Woods - Sunday Candy (Live at National Christmas Tree Lighting) lyrics

[Intro] Happy holidays Mr President [Verse 1: Chance] 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 feature 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, saying to her Something told me I should bring my bu*t to church [Hook: Jamila Woods] 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 You gotta move it 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 [Bridge: Jamila Woods (Chance) [Choir]] Come on in this house, it's gonna rain (Mama you know!) Rain down Zion (Rain down) It's gonna rain (Mama you know!) [You gotta move slowly] Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain (Mama you know!) (Mama you know!) [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 lights, 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 haven't seen you in a minute let me take my bu*t to church [Bridge: Jamila Woods (Chance)] You better come on in this house (Come on in this house) Cause it's gonna rain (Mama you know it's gonna rain) Rain down Zion (Rain down) It's gonna rain (Mama you know it's gonna rain) Come on down in this house It's gonna rain (Mama you know) Rain down [Interlude: Chance (Jamilla + Choir)] Mama you know it's gon' rain Father you know (Rain down) Promise you said it would rain Finally I'm home (Rain down) You left on the light When I left on a flight But I made it alright (Rain down) I've been waiting all week I've been waiting all night (On me, rain down) Chasing [bed?] like Had to say something on Saturday See you at church on Sunday Open my [?] on Monday I wonder what the Internet gon' say When SNL [?] [?] down the chimney [?] Taylor with me [?] Mama did too! [Bridge: Jamila Woods and Others] 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