Sunday Morning - JL

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