Doughboi Pacino - Late For Church

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 last night
Still slizzard
Yeah let's go
Ugh
Sunday morning
Momma cooking biscuits
Made from scratch
But I knew not to go in her kitchen
Hungover last night
And I'm smelling like purp
Momma didn't give a damn
Bet not be late for church
I'm still hurt
Lord forgive me
Heavenly Father
I'm back pew half sleep
Like the times getting harder
I'm at church trying to see
Mr. Listenbee daughter
Straight from the block
To Rev. Cox dipping me in that water
Born again
Born to win
But the world keep turning
Feel like the paster talk to me
When he preaching his sermon
Guilty conscience
Demons got me dealing with nonsense
Father figures
Was at brotherhood on 3rd Sundays
Feel like yesterday the choir
I'm leading "Let It Rain"
Started skipping Sunday School
The streets had me drained
Spent my last on a sack
Charge it to my faith
When I come back I'm putting racks
In them collection plates
I'm late
I'm late
I'm late
I'm late
I'm late
Lord is my shepherd
I'll shall not want
Don't judge me
I talk to God roll runtz
Trying to stay on offense
So I don't go for the punt
Momma know her boy handsome
She like look at my son
Know she praying when I ain't there
Ain't gotta look for her son
All these blessings make me ask God
You know what I done
Momma said let em' hate
The battle already won
You ain't go always shine under the sun
I understand now
I'm posted up like usher boards
With they hands out
When momma caught the Holy Spirit
Bring them fans out
Benediction call my cousins
We go swang out
I still pray but get this paper
I'm the man now
All white I'm feeling godly in my Sunday best
Missed a lot of VBS
I wanted VVS
Madea gone ain't been the same
I know they missing me
If I don't make it
When you pray I hope you mention me
I'm late

Written by:
Ernest Rosendoll

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