By Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment
Not everyone is fortunate enough to have a relationship with his or her grandmother that oozes with sweetness. Lots of things can get in the way of making this possible. But for those of us who do –there is nothing like the joy that characterizes this kind of grandmother-grandchild relationship. I think her grandchildren got the best of my grandmother because she was her best by the time she became a grandmother. She poured all of that goodness into us. We were indeed her Sunday Candy.
She can say in her voice, in her way that she love me
With her eyes, with her smile, with her belt, with her hands, with her money
I am the thesis of her prayers.
Her nieces and her nephews are just pieces of the layers,
Only ones she love as much as me is Jesus Christ and Taylor.
I got a future so I’m singing for my grandma
You singing too, but your grandma ain’t my grandma!
Mines is hand made, pan fried, sun dried
Southside, and beat the devil by a landslide.
Praying with her hands tied, president of my fan club,
Santa, something told me I should bring my butt to church!
You got move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it’s holy
I’ve been waiting for you for the whole week
I’ve been praying for you, you’re my Sunday Candy.
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