(Hook)
Sunday afternoon
Im just chillin
X3
Lord please forgive me for my sinning

(My'Key Iso)
Unanswered prayers I've been patient
Is it pavements that I'm chasing or temples of god's creation
Beneath a shade of shadows
Pic shackles out of my Afro
Seen castles in the sky, within me a tabernacle
I've been walking with Jesus prestigious searching for meaning
Don't really talk to my deacons
Defeated few of my demons
Just a night with the villains
Copacetic I'm chilling
Far from perfect a sinner ask for redemption need healing I'm feeling
Like I'm holding nothing
Troubled soul some how I still function
Audible thoughts speak on destruction
I've structured days in my dungeon
Hope to find my peace within, Justify my soul
Granny rubbed my head with some olive oil
Who ever God bless no man can test
Keep ya faith alive you'll see progress
My past or my pastor got me thinking that I'm unworthy of...
God's grace
They say God's face is in you and I
So I look and smile
I'm just thankful lord I'm blessed
The sun gone shine each day..
God gave me wings may fly to the moon
Feels like a heaven afternoon on a Sunday afternoon
(Hook)

(JohnyyP.)
Rest in peace to Drew
Thats How I'm feeling
To me he was an angel
To the world he died a villain
Gave me his shirt off his back in the cold and told me he chillin
Lord! Why you gotta take our most beautiful children
Lord, its my prerogative to ball for Tobi Oyedeji
And it crazy How the livest prom night could end up deadly
Couldn't go to A&M, I'd prolly cry daily
Still tryna Re-Coop Whyd you have to die Bailey?
Just like rest in peace my brother Drew
And Ball in Peace my brother Tobi
If you thinkin thats something id do
Then you got me confused with the old me
And in sorry to Miss Nwokobia
And Im sorry Aunty Oyedeji
Some people done seen the same thing I seen and still walking around like they crazy
It ain't nothing more we can do
And it ain't really much we can tell em
Some people won't stop what they do
Until they get caught with that felon
Until they get shot in they melon
Until then Im sorry for tellin
But I can't sit back and keep my mouth shut
While these rappers is making a killin
(Hook)

(James)
Sunday afternoon I'm just chilling
Just got out of church so I spark for forgiveness
Candy whipping, okay I'm lying god I'm trip pin
I'm far from pimping
Unless you Patrick in the post
And I spit like the holy ghost when I role different
My sins are for you so I'll sacrifice my jays
Uh in a couple years I'll probably change my ways
I'm sorry that I disappointed you on your day