Sunday Morning Lyrics

JL

The Devil Hates Sundays

Lyrics to Sunday Morning
Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
She ain't got a whip tell her put the service on you
Have you singing the soprano, I'll have you out by two
She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
She ain't got a whip tell her put the service on you
Have you singing the soprano, I'll have you out by two
She said Hallelujah, my baby come through

Eyes opened up to the sunshine
My mind try'na unwind
Try'na pull up on you one time for the one time
Pick you up before lunch time
Good morning
Got up out of bed, thank God I got going
'Bout the only reason that I would keep snoring
Is to get back to the good dream you're in
You know what they say?
It ain't no rest for the wicked
Up late, but I'm with it
We could get our Chief on
Game day, but the first play we gotta kick it
Got me like oooh
Finish my breakfast and I'ma turn the block like Tetris
To pull up on you-uu
You deserve full service
And I'ma come with all the extras
Lay hands on you in the driveway
You could be delivered like a FedEx package
Tell you when I put it in the GPS
And hit you with an ETA to that exact address
Early like a bird (Like a bird)
Don't really got any doubts (Alright?)
You're preaching to the choir
You give me the word
I be running out the house
Lord, Jesus it's a fire
Girl, I'm on the way, aye

Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
She ain't got a whip tell her put the service on you
Have you singing the soprano, I'll have you out by two
She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
She ain't got a whip tell her put the service on you
Have you singing the soprano, I'll have you out by two
She said Hallelujah, my baby come through

This so eager
Chain on Jesus
Blessed I'm baptized
Straight up out that water like Peter
Told her I don't need her
Straight like a needle
Now they got me writing here singing like I need her
All these singing ritas
Begging me to bring 'em
This ex-ill black gordita, peter
Mac on my seats look zebra
Feet look cheetah
Dreds like I'm straight up 'bout to king 'em
Queen like Latifah
We ain't had no clothes like Eden
Adam and the Eve is back for the evening
Morning and the 3PM
Smoking on Kalifah
Run to the bag, trick or treat it
We don't need a remix
Told her this the G-mix
I wanna hear you shout when I sing it
Yeah

Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
She ain't got a whip tell her put the service on you
Have you singing the soprano, I'll have you out by two
She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
She ain't got a whip tell her put the service on you
Have you singing the soprano, I'll have you out by two
She said Hallelujah, my baby come through