Sunday Mornin'

I remember going to church on Sunday morning
Now I'm only feeling the hurt on Sunday morning
Lifting praises unto the Lord on Sunday morning
Now my face looking to the dirt on Sunday morning
Uh, okay

And I can't lie I miss those mornings uh
Times I didn't wanna wake up but still know I'm going
And I'm telling my gramma that sometimes it was just too boring huh
And now I'm looking back and I really cherish those moments huh
Black suit and tie
Used to lead some churchly songs on that choir
And I thought I ain't deserve the Lord at that time
And still sometimes I wonder why he still guiding my life
I ain't know my wrongs and rights
And still I need some time
Still I need some time to get it right before I die
Yeah it's time I sacrifice
My ego and my pride
Cause I can't take it to the grave with me when I fly

I remember going to church on Sunday morning
Now I'm only feeling the hurt on Sunday morning
Lifting praises unto the Lord on Sunday morning
Now my face looking to the dirt on Sunday morning

Uh, he gone let you know he gone let you know
Yea, flying up to heaven with an empty soul
I be fighting all my demons you already know
Heart cold like the winter when it's full of snow
Yea, talking to the Lord Almighty
Always in my feelings but I'm feeling shiesty
I need answers I need prayers, man enlighten me
I see demons in my sleep they tryna fight me
Tryna fight me
Tryna fight me

I remember going to church on Sunday morning
Now I'm only feeling the hurt on Sunday morning
Lifting praises unto the Lord on Sunday morning
Now my face looking to the dirt on Sunday morning
Mmmhm



Credits
Writer(s): Chaz Simmons
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