Mr. Nobody Stl - Sunday

Church on a sunday church on a Sunday
We back to thuggin on a monday
In the meantime we gone pray
Gone pray gone pray
Church on a sunday church on a Sunday
We back to thuggin on a monday
In the meantime we gone pray
Gone pray gone pray
Growing up my granny vickie gave Me a lot of love
She had the candy in the purse with The the white gloves
Stacy lee say you betta not go to sleep
And if you do when you get home
You getting your butt beat
He was though
Raising a soldier for the world to see
Only soft spot for my sister
And he called her pea
Deacon hardy talking bob
He meant the world to me
Thinking about bring tears i miss my Og
He had a favorite too he called her Ary
My mom held us all together like a Sunday  meal
My ears ready tuned in to hear that Melody
My favorite part of the choir listen to Them sing
Church on a sunday church on a Sunday
We back to thuggin on a monday
In the meantime we gone pray
Gone pray gone pray
Church on a sunday church on a Sunday
We back to thuggin on a monday
In the meantime we gone pray
Gone pray gone pray
When you young and growing up
You don't know wrong from right
In church everyday even on Friday Night
Take a step back and look at the World
Try to be great individuals
To boys and girls
But we fall short that's part of the Plan
Everybody paying tithes like taxes Uncle sam
Somebody getting rich and you Know it ain't me
How can you ask anybody why they Stuck in the streets
Hit the trap or stipper pole just to Pay them bills
They say come as you are
But that ain't real
Joe Brown Greg Mathis from the Way they judge
It don't matter pastor priest
Somebody the plug
Church on a sunday church on a Sunday
We back to thuggin on a monday
In the meantime we gone pray
Gone pray gone pray
Church on a sunday church on a Sunday
We back to thuggin on a monday
In the meantime we gone pray
Gone pray gone pray

Written by:
Stacy Russell

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