Lyrics:
to church last Sunday had my bible and my banga tucked
Back in church this Sunday god knows I'm armed and I'm dangerous
Free me do that shit on GP
Everybody
Yeah
This gimme that ya know
That sunday feeling you feel me
Momma banging on the door
Tellin' me to get my ass up for church
Knowing I just went out
Living in a time like...
Looting or we shooting
Oh is that right?
Unemployment hit the bank last night
Send another stimmy nigga act right
(Yeah uh)
up
And we all waiting on you...
Can't forget about you
For the Lord says
Remember the sabbath and keep it holy
Unto him be the glory
In the church
Billie's got the night off
Yeah, rumor has it his ex-wife Catherine put his truck in the ditch
And there's a new owner, Joe what's his face
Last December,
Looking back to the old days
When we were growing up
Each and every Sunday morning
I'd be in church
Sitting in Sunday school
At a very young age
that church, I um, been to it,"
Y'all, I went,
After me and her met,
Me and my younger brother, we went
The the sunday, after me and her dated.
Just so I
got in the way
Crazy we not even twins
But I ain’t never missed a bday
But that was mom and dad’s fault
They was rushing I dunno why
Mama probably
The wood cooks boy
Sing
I walked coals on a Sunday
Purified by the fire
Back to sinning on a Monday
Both hands on desire
Looked the devil in the mirror
You
your cans to the moonlight
Here's a toast to a good, good night
And we ain't nothing but some football watching church on Sundays
If I'm lying, let
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
you'll forever be missed (talk to her)
'Cause I knew she was a fantasy dream
Every Sunday all she worried about is her fantasy team
And anytime shorty
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
created a mask
The reformation helped but soon the patch didn't last
I don't tell, you don't ask
So we created a lie
And for generations, church was
you don't seem to love me no more, no more
The flip side of the coin, what team you want to join?
You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposing your
preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
Said, he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said, he saw a girl that looked a lot like you
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
Sittin some leather
went to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just can't get right
Ain't life a muthafucker, first you think you got it
Then it all falls apart in front
the kitchen
Put guns in niggas mouth
Like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who you was missin
Nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain
Or one
to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
We can't believe what we can't see and reality seems stronger than prayer
'Cause you tried to change your life, and now you live in a wheelchair
Please don't make me do this
You already signed contract
Boy you so foolish
That's how it felt
We all were kind of timid
Only white people
In a world
Rap game in the fast lane, with a gas tank
Filled with half of these trash lames
I have to say I'm such a Joey's last name
Bino boy, why you spit so
Raisin' five kids underneath one roof
We never had a whole lot of money
But I bet you'd see us in church on Sunday
Back in the good ol' days
Before cell
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