First Sunday (Devil's Advocate)
Lyrics
Putting my hands together I pray to erase all my days that are dark
Hopefully Jesus can hear me and my demons gone by tomorrow
I know I'm doing wrong
I know I ain't been on what I should be on
I know she love me but I don't even know if she is the one
If we end up being something I am the sun to her garden of Eden this summer
Then I might lust for another
Hit her like what you on
We could do lunch or a supper
Why I covet money, jewelry, and a lot of fashion that mean nothing to me
She made of plastic and his pockets ain't matching what he doing
Moral of the story some people be fake & they fraud
I cannot tell them apart
Lord knows I struggle with monogamy, irony, I think the next one will straighten me out
Then I fall back into bad habits now my heart blacker than Nav on the cover of that
Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
Shawty a snack when I'm gone off the 'gac
I need a wood when I'm needing a boost
Me and my sins run in cahoots
I been so lost lately I don't know what I should do
Can you take me to church?
Screaming hallelujah
The life we live sippin mimosas like it's our communion
Not judging my people of color cause I wanna be an influence
Sitting front row at the service, smelling like Pepe le Pew
Accept me as I am and not for what I was
Or if I'm not show me to a greater good
Cause I been going through it
I know you been going through it I been going through it I know you been going through it
I know you been going through it going through it
Somber nights, taking private flights inside my room
I can't go outside, I see flashing lights, red & blue
That means the devil's working
I need you to take me to church
I need to be there the first
Sunday
Give you a tenth of my worth
I can't tend to their worries
Conversing vaguely bout what they consider
Real or fake tell me what is the difference
Dior fabric is the only thing Christian
Be status for all the people pretentious
Really not making sense
How did the sabbath turn into a fifth at the club as I'm clutching my legacy
At least I'm having some fun I guess
So let's say a prayer and ask for forgiveness for what I intended forever I'm sinning
So let's say a prayer as I'm grabbing my bic
And sipping my liquor
As I play the victim
Ok Pastor
Nigga loaded like a clip
Loiter with niggas keep it on the hip
Lure nigga with a couple pounds then pack him out for his shit
Lifestyle of a jit
Li-Life trapped him in the beginning
Rolling with something with a scent
Rolling in something suspended
Up in the streets
It's like 4 days no sleep
One hoe bang my line I'm like buss down my meat
Texas my veins don't you mess with my bleed
Hoe be our slang we can tell you not legit
Putting my hands together I pray to erase all my days that are dark
Hopefully Jesus can hear me and my demons gone by tomorrow
I know I'm doing wrong
I know I ain't been on what I should be on
I know she love me but I don't even know if she is the one
If we end up being something I am the sun to her garden of Eden this summer
Then I might lust for another
Hit her like what you on
We could do lunch or a supper
Why I covet money, jewelry, and a lot of fashion that mean nothing to me
She made of plastic and his pockets ain't matching what he doing
Moral of the story some people be fake & they fraud
I cannot tell them apart
Lord knows I struggle with monogamy, irony, I think the next one will straighten me out
Then I fall back into bad habits now my heart blacker than Nav on the cover of that
Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
Shawty a snack when I'm gone off the 'gac
I need a wood when I'm needing a boost
Me and my sins run in cahoots
I been so lost lately I don't know what I should do
Can you take me to church?
Screaming hallelujah
The life we live sippin mimosas like it's our communion
Not judging my people of color cause I wanna be an influence
Sitting front row at the service, smelling like Pepe le Pew
Accept me as I am and not for what I was
Or if I'm not show me to a greater good
Cause I been going through it
I know you been going through it I been going through it I know you been going through it
I know you been going through it going through it
Somber nights, taking private flights inside my room
I can't go outside, I see flashing lights, red & blue
That means the devil's working
I need you to take me to church
I need to be there the first
Sunday
Give you a tenth of my worth
I can't tend to their worries
Conversing vaguely bout what they consider
Real or fake tell me what is the difference
Dior fabric is the only thing Christian
Be status for all the people pretentious
Really not making sense
How did the sabbath turn into a fifth at the club as I'm clutching my legacy
At least I'm having some fun I guess
So let's say a prayer and ask for forgiveness for what I intended forever I'm sinning
So let's say a prayer as I'm grabbing my bic
And sipping my liquor
As I play the victim
Ok Pastor
Nigga loaded like a clip
Loiter with niggas keep it on the hip
Lure nigga with a couple pounds then pack him out for his shit
Lifestyle of a jit
Li-Life trapped him in the beginning
Rolling with something with a scent
Rolling in something suspended
Up in the streets
It's like 4 days no sleep
One hoe bang my line I'm like buss down my meat
Texas my veins don't you mess with my bleed
Hoe be our slang we can tell you not legit
Writer(s): Kevon Harris
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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