Lyrics of Sunday candy

(verse 1: 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
Stand tall, something told me i should bring my butt to church

(hook: jamila woods (2x))
You gotta move it slowly
Take it in 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)
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
Rain down tired, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
Rain down tired, 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
And his praise is 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, lemme take my butt to church
(hook (5x)