[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
[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
I come to church for the candy, your peppermints is the truth
I'm pessimistic on Monday if I had tweaked and missed you
You look so good with that hat on, had to match with the shoes
Came and dressed in the satin, I came and sat in your pew
I come to Christmas for dinner, fifty rolls on my plate
Hella holes in my stocking holding your pockets in place
I like my love with a budget, I like my hugs with a scent
You smell like light, gas, water, electricity, rent
You sound like, "Why the gospel choir got so tired?"
Singin' his praises daily basis, so I gotta try it
You're my dreamcatcher, dream team, team captain
Matter fact, I ain't seen you in a minute
Let me take my butt to church

[Refrain: Jamila Woods & Chance the Rapper, Chance the Rapper]
You better come on in this house (Come on in this house)
'Cause it's gonna rain (It's gonna rain)
Rain down Zion (Rain down)
It's gonna rain (It's gonna rain)
You better come on in this house (Come on in this house)
'Cause it's gonna rain (It's gonna rain)
Rain down Zion (Rain down, ah)
It's gonna rain (It's gonna rain)

[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
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 better, you better, you better)
[Refrain: Jamila Woods & Chance the Rapper]
Come on in this house (Come on)
'Cause it's gonna rain (Rain)
Rain down Zion
It's gonna rain (It's gonna rain)
You better come on in this house (Come on)
'Cause it's gonna rain (Rain)
Rain down Zion
It's gonna rain

[Produced by Donnie Trumpet and the Social Experiment]