[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]