Closed on Sunday

Ooh

Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A
Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A
Hold the selfies, put the 'Gram away
Get your family, y'all hold hands and pray

When you got daughters, always keep 'em safe
Watch out for vipers, don't let them indoctrinate
Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A
You're my number one, with the lemonade

Raise our sons, train them in the faith
Through temptations, make sure they're wide awake
Follow Jesus, listen and obey
No more livin' for the culture, we nobody's slave

Stand up for my home
Even if I take this walk alone
I bow down to the King upon the throne
My life is His, I'm no longer my own

I pray to god that he'll strengthen my hand
They will think twice steppin' onto my land
I draw the line, it's written in the sand
Try me and you will see that I ain't playin'

Now, back up off my family, move your hands
I got my weapons in the spirit's land
I, Jezebel don't even stand a chance
Jezebel don't even stand a chance



Credits
Writer(s): Chango Farias Gomez, Brian Anthony Miller, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Victory Elyse Boyd, Jose Angel Velazquez, Rennard L. East, Kanye West, Terrence Thornton, Gene Elliot Jr. Thornton, Timothy Z. Mosley
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