Sunday

I'll just keep holding on to your hand

Grandma said I better be at church on Sunday
If I ever plan to make it big one day
Know I say it all the time that I'll become something
She said well son
Where you think it all come from
I'll just keep holding on to your hand
I'll just keep holding on

I swear I'll never let go
Grandma saying prayers
That's Insurance like the Geico
Had no problem serving
But my problems hit the net though
God give me the signal
I just follow like a echo
If I lose these bars like no signal
Would they stuck around through the storm
Or bandwagon sail on with the next boat
I was on the sinking end
I was on the sinning end
I was on the path of destruction
It wasn't no secret then
I was on a path of destruction
I had to seek revenge
Swore that I was preaching then
And even if I was pushing peace
I was heat seeking then
Austin let the reaper in
I thought my heart was full of love but I could I feel the hate creeping in
Was it jealousy
I was talking too much and couldn't hear what you was telling me
Too focused on getting even with people not ahead of me
Too distracted to see you trying to better me

Grandma said I better be at church on Sunday
If I ever plan to make it big one day
Know I say it all the time that I'll become something
She said well son
Where you think it all come from
I'll just keep holding on to your hand
I'll just keep holding on

I swear I think about it daily
These demons been trying to phase me
More money, more fame
Trying anything to persuade me
Starting to love too much the feeling of when they praise me
If they never take the time to acknowledge the one who made me
It's not these rappers
Or two faced entertainers that try putting me in a box cause they sealed up like containers
Have you thinking you can get away with it all when you famous
Have you down on your knees at the alter like you shameless
And you can't escape your past
Not at all
Gotta claim it
Frame your losses like a jersey on the wall and it's hanging
Misery love company
You wasn't involved
But now you hanging
It's music to their ears
And now you all in there singing
It's no one else to take blame
And only God can clear my name

Grandma said I better be at church on Sunday
If I ever plan to make it big one day
Know I say it all the time that I'll become something
She said well son
Where you think it all come from
I'll just keep holding on to your hand
I'll just keep holding on

Can I tell you
Tell you
Tell you
Oh can the church say amen one time
Can the church say amen one time