Sunday Candy Tab uke di Chance The Rapper (Accordi Baritono)

Intro: G B7 Em7 G7

G                 B7                          Em7 G7
She can say in her voice, in her way that she love me
                        C                     G                              Am7
With her eyes, with her smile, with her belt, with her hands, with her money
D
I am the thesis of her prayers
    G
Her nieces and her nephews are just pieces of the layers
     Em
Only ones she love as much as me is Jesus Christ and Taylor
C              G
I got a future so I'm singing for my grandma
Am7              D
You singing too, but your grandma ain't my grandma
G
Mine's is handmade, pan-fried, sun-dried
Em
Southside, and beat the devil by a landslide
C                      Am7                              D
Praying with her hands tight, president of my fan club, Santa

Something told me I should bring my butt to church

                  G
You gotta move it slowly
B7                   Em7
Take and eat my body like it's holy
G7                C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
G                          Am7              D
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy

               G
You gotta move slowly
B7                   Em7
Take and eat my body like it's holy
G7                C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
G                          Am7              D
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy

G          Em7                          G7
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
C         G     Am7        D
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
           G          Em7                          G7
You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
C         G     Am7        D
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain

I come to church for the candy, your peppermints is the truth
I'm pessimistic on Monday if I had tweaked and missed you
You look so good with that hat on, had to match with the shoes
Came and dressed in the satin, I came and sat in your pew
I come to Christmas for dinner, fifty rolls on my plate
Hella holes in my stocking holding your pockets in place
I like my love with a budget, I like my hugs with a scent
You smell like light, gas, water, electricity, rent
You sound like why the gospel choir got so tired
Singin' his praises daily basis so I gotta try it
You're my dreamcatcher, dream team, team captain
Matter fact, I ain't seen you in a minute let me take my butt to church

G          Em7                          G7
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
C         G     Am7        D
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
           G          Em7                          G7
You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
C         G     Am7        D
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain

                  G
You gotta move it slowly
B7                   Em7
Take and eat my body like it's holy
G7                C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
G                          Am7              D
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy

               G
You gotta move slowly
B7                   Em7
Take and eat my body like it's holy
G7                C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
G                          Am7              D
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy

G
Slowly
B7                   Em7
Take and eat my body like it's holy
G7                C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
G                          Am7              D
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy

G          Em7                          G7
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
C         G     Am7        D
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
           G          Em7                          G7
You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
C         G     Am7        D
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain