James - Sunday Afternoon lyrics

(Hook) Sunday afternoon Im just chillin X3 Lord please forgive me for my sinning (My'Key Iso) Unanswered prayers I've been patient Is it pavements that I'm chasing or temples of god's creation Beneath a shade of shadows Pic shackles out of my Afro Seen castles in the sky, within me a tabernacle I've been walking with Jesus prestigious searching for meaning Don't really talk to my deacons Defeated few of my demons Just a night with the villains Copacetic I'm chilling Far from perfect a sinner ask for redemption need healing I'm feeling Like I'm holding nothing Troubled soul some how I still function Audible thoughts speak on destruction I've structured days in my dungeon Hope to find my peace within, Justify my soul Granny rubbed my head with some olive oil Who ever God bless no man can test Keep ya faith alive you'll see progress My past or my pastor got me thinking that I'm unworthy of... God's grace They say God's face is in you and I So I look and smile I'm just thankful lord I'm blessed The sun gone shine each day.. God gave me wings may fly to the moon Feels like a heaven afternoon on a Sunday afternoon (Hook) (JohnyyP.) Rest in peace to Drew Thats How I'm feeling To me he was an angel To the world he died a villain Gave me his shirt off his back in the cold and told me he chillin Lord! Why you gotta take our most beautiful children Lord, its my prerogative to ball for Tobi Oyedeji And it crazy How the livest prom night could end up deadly Couldn't go to A&M, I'd prolly cry daily Still tryna Re-Coop Whyd you have to die Bailey? Just like rest in peace my brother Drew And Ball in Peace my brother Tobi If you thinkin thats something id do Then you got me confused with the old me And in sorry to Miss Nwokobia And Im sorry Aunty Oyedeji Some people done seen the same thing I seen and still walking around like they crazy It ain't nothing more we can do And it ain't really much we can tell em Some people won't stop what they do Until they get caught with that felon Until they get shot in they melon Until then Im sorry for tellin But I can't sit back and keep my mouth shut While these rappers is making a k**in (Hook) (James) Sunday afternoon I'm just chilling Just got out of church so I spark for forgiveness Candy whipping, okay I'm lying god I'm trip pin I'm far from pimping Unless you Patrick in the post And I spit like the holy ghost when I role different My sins are for you so I'll sacrifice my jays Uh in a couple years I'll probably change my ways I'm sorry that I disappointed you on your day