Sunday Service Lyrics

It's us against them until the end of time

Guess your run is over couldn't be the end of mine

I'm done ignoring G.O.D when he be sending signs

Now if don't suit me i just sever ties

Daily conversations with the twin

Me and him shit we really might be Kin

Garbage day you'd prolly see him dump your cans

But we weather men the way that we foreshadowing the wins

Hit me when ya lonely you turned that to a tradition

And you did some damage even if it weren't malicious

Shit I'm the first to admit it when I'm wrong

But in our case I never had to do admitting

Just omitting

You cant even point no fingers like a mitten

Cuz it's all on you like we ain't splitting

And the stone was already written on like Hieroglyphics

I let the signs slip like permission

Sandi sending prayers like every morning

My day ones filming me performing

Turned the whole crowd into a chorus

I keep it 7 plus the year that i was born in

Phone calls with Bombay for like a hour on some days

We might as well coach the way we drawing up our plays

Then he send the fit pic shit is so tssss i might turn around and change

Like im closing out a letter i just keep it sincere

Y'all just drop the ball like the end of the year

If i said it its real

And she want the boy like a father at a gender reveal

Moms hitting on the boy when they come to prime

We was talking bout her kids but she want some of mine

She keep bringing up astrology

The only signs i'm worried about is the letter after R with the double lines

Running into those I don't have energy for

It's all good karma is out here settling scores

They very much alive but to me they deceased

So I just keep it moving like the end of the lease

They were talking foul and said my dreams were a reach

Speaking through the grapevine ain't ever discreet

Now its like a Sunday Service

Cuz them same ones praise me every time I release

Sheesh