Artist: BJ The Chicago Kid f/ Buddy, Jeremih, Lil Durk
Album:  Church (Remix) {S}
Song:   Church (Chicago Remix)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Chorus One 2X: BJ The Chicago Kid]
She say she wanna drink, do drugs and have sex tonight
But I got church in the mornin', church in the mornin'

[Interlude: Buddy]
Hopefully we can go to Heaven, I pray
Hopefully we can go to Heaven, cause I'm stayin'
Hopefully we can go to Heaven, I pray
Hopefully we can go to Heaven, cause I'm stayin', I'm stayin'

[Jeremih]
Yeah, I got a dilemma because it's a Saturday, wish it was Friday
Touch in the mornin', +Confessin'+ to Usher, she say she want +My Way+
I don't want massin', no blessing tonight girl, been sinnin' for way long
If you gon' get on your knees, that's a problem that I gotta pay for
She know I'm down for anything when she started poppin' that
I don't wanna bite that apple girl cause it ain't no turnin' back (no no no)
I don't know how I end up with all that ass up on her, what she did to me?
Tats on her and it's temptin'; clap it, can I get a witness?

[Chorus Two: Jeremih]
Say she wanna drink, do drugs, have sex tonight
But I got church in the mornin', service in the mornin'
She say she wanna drink, do drugs, have sex tonight
But I got church in the mornin', church in the mornin'

[Lil Durk]
Girl you told me you had church in the A.M., A.M. 
It's a war going on so stay in, stay in
Homie caught a case, I seen him take 10
And I knew him since the playpen, amen
Got church in the mornin'
I, pray for the poor, I, wish she was rich
Plus she the preacher's daughter, eatin' cornbread and cabbage
Ain't miss a Sunday mornin', or damn near nothin'
Wishin' me and her can go to Heaven
Thinkin' I'm a devil with that Porsche 911
Talkin' to that pussy, I'm just preachin' like a reverend
We could only kick it cause we leavin' at 11
All white got me feelin' godly
I just wanna do this, feed the family
Shawty she my angel cause she got me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah - preach to 'em

[BJ] She said...

[Chorus One]

[BJ The Chicago Kid]
Ooh; I'ma tell you flat out, baby I want in
Maybe we could ride out, before this song ends
Fuck your friends
I know they wanna fuck me too, well baby we can fuck your friends
And if they down baby, I'm ready, g-strings ain't shit but spaghetti
Smokin' weed up like confetti
She said she want a real one, well baby I'm the truth (yeah)
Kinda like a young ass nigga named Jigga mixed with Nas when he had the chipped tooth
+If I, Ruled, The World+, baby
I'd put in that work, but a nigga still gotta go to church

[Chorus One] + [Interlude]

[BJ - over Interlude]
I... we can go to Heaven
Yeah, I pray