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Artist: Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment
	f/ Chance The Rapper, Jamila Woods
Album:  Surf
Song:   Sunday Candy
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[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 singin' for my grandma
You singin' 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
Prayin' with her hands tied, president of my fan club, sayin' to her
Somethin' told me I should bring my butt to church

[Chorus 2X: Jamila Woods]
You gotta move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waitin' for you for the whole week
I've been prayin' for you, you're my Sunday, candy

[Interlude: Jamila Woods + The Social Experiment]
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

[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, holdin' 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

[Interlude] - w/ ad-libs

[Chorus] - 1.5X

[Interlude] - w/ ad-libs