“Sunday Candy” by Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment

You better come on in this house, cause it’s gonna rain. Rain down Zion, it’s gonna rain.”

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

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 feature 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 tight, president of my fan club, Santa
Something told me I should bring my butt to church

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 it slowly,
Take and eat my body like it’s holy.

Come on in this house, ’cause it’s gonna rain.
Rain down Zion, it’s gonna rain.

I come to Christmas for dinner, fifty rolls on my plate
Hella holes in my stocking holding your pockets in place

You sound like why the gospel choir got so tired
And his praise is daily basis so I gotta try it.
You’re my dream catcher, dream team, team captain
Matter fact, I ain’t seen you in a minute, lemme take my butt to church!

You better come on in this house, cause it’s gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it’s gonna rain

Come on in this house, cause it’s gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it’s gonna rain

You gotta move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it’s holy

CPE

I'm routinely overestimated.

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