Baby 8lue - Sunday 2 Da Church

Stop, turn, look and see
Pause, breathe, run and dream
Stay, strong, live, lead
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
(Hold on hold on hold on hold on)
Two hours priest talk about God
I got one question for you,
Nigga fuck the odd
Don't put me in your shit that I'm not involved
These fools saying Satan doing a lot of jobs
Drug dealers on the corner tryna move on
Mom was a drug addict, that's where I coming from
I got my brother's bitches calling the phone
He's like, man shut the fuck up Bitch"
After the church, it was the buffet
But I was praying for some better days
I was home alone, I feel like Macaulay Calkin
These niggas some cocaine
No pain, no gain
And back and forth from my parents
I was the problem, that they arguing and shit
They tryna prove some shit
Yeah act like a fool and shit
Forgot my existence with that bullshit
My stomach hurts, my hair nappy
I was still happy, mom tried to abort me
This kid is a blessing, I was born ready
Still affect me, met my granny,
My brother Gerry, gang shit
Gerry was a gangbanger
He going round trip to the prison nigga
My second brother was a good nigga,
Played drums at the church
I was still a baby, played with my toys
I ain't had shit, I ain't had no choice
I missed my education, my childhood
Living in the neighborhood
I was like fuck the school, fuck the rules
Misunderstood cause of my environment nigga
Good boys in the nightmares nigga yeah
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
Sunday to the church man hold on
(Hold on hold on hold on hold on)
Fuck that, I'm back on my bullshit
Nigga I'm back on my old shit
I'm not a gangster but I ain't no bitch
Respect is respect you got to deal with it
Bitch I'm not wrong, fuck what you on?
Bitch I'm not home, where you coming from?
Bitch I'm not wrong, fuck what you on?
Bitch I'm not home, where you coming from?
Do your things nigga do your things nigga
Do your things nigga do your things nigga
Do your things nigga do your things nigga
Do your things nigga do your things nigga
Do your things nigga do your things nigga
Do your things nigga do your things nigga
Do your things nigga do your things nigga
Do your things nigga do your things nigga

Written by:
Givenchy Borgella

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