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Sunday Candy Lyrics – Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment feat. Jamila Woods

    Sunday Candy is a popular rap song by Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment featuring Jamila Woods, from the 2015 album Surf. Check words to Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment Sunday Candy Lyrics in English below.

    Sunday Candy Lyrics – Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment feat. Jamila Woods 

    [Produced by Donnie Trumpet and the Social Experiment]

    [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
    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 future 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 butt to church

    [Chorus: Jamila Woods]
    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
    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
    [Bridge: 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

    [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 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

    [Bridge: Jamila Woods]
    You better 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
    [Chorus: Jamila Woods]
    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
    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
    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

    [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

     

    Writer(s): Donnie Trumpet, Chance the Rapper, Nico Segal

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