Sunday Candy Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment (Ft. Jamila Woods)

[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, Santa
Somethin' told me I should bring my butt to church

[Chorus: Jamila Woods, Jamila Woods & Chance the Rapper, Chance the Rapper]
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

[Refrain: Jamila Woods & Chance the Rapper]
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