Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment Sunday Candy

[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, saying to her

Something told me I should bring my butt to church

[Jamila Woods x2:]

You gotta move it slowly

Take and eat 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

[Jamila Woods:]

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 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

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

[Jamila Woods:]

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

[Jamila Woods x3:]

You gotta move it slowly

Take and eat 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

[Jamila Woods & 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