Church on Sunday (Grace)

Oh, yeah Oh-oh-oh I ain’t even leave my type, but we like guys One time for the cool guy Blowing up my phone so I made time Had you thinkin' you were so fine And since I told you he was all mine You’ve been keepin’ thizz poppin’ in my sideline Sounds weird, but I can’t lie So wrong but it feels right But it ain’t true, I should’ve thought this through Why is it I never seem to know? I didn’t mean to lead you on I know it ain’t you, I should’ve thought this through Oh, baby it never seems to last ‘Cause I’m too scared to take a chance Hate to see you’re falling for me And I hate to leave you lonely But my heart is cold as can be Gotta go to church on Sunday Used to wear my heart on my sleeve Everything is not what it seems Boy, you should be running from me I gotta go to church on Sunday Met a cute boy and he got cash Real tall, and I like that He was in the back of my friends’ class Real bool, so I let him pass Took it for a ride, shit ran fast Never knew where was was going Tried to slow it down, tried to make a dash When we crashed it was all bad, all bad But it ain’t true, I should’ve thought this through Why is it I never seem to learn? I didn’t mean to lead you on But it ain’t you, I should’ve thought this through Oh, baby it never seems to last ‘Cause I’m too scared to take a chance Hate to see you’re falling for me And I hate to leave you lonely But my heart is cold as can be Gotta go to church on Sunday Used to wear my heart on my sleeve Everything is not what it seems Boy, you should be running from me I gotta go to church on Sunday And I bet you gon’ call me cryin’ Saying you pray that I see the light That don’t bother me, I don’t mind You gotta learn love it hurts sometimes To say that I care it would just be a lie You should have never wasted your time And if we only got just one life Why does it feel like it’s such a crime? Hate to see you’re falling for me And I hate to leave you lonely But my heart is cold as can be Gotta go to church on Sunday Used to wear my heart on my sleeve Everything is not what it seems Boy, you should be running from me I gotta go to church on Sunday