Crying Like a Church on Monday - New Radicals

Zaytoven I'd like to welcome everybody to my service tonight Where we talk nothing but real, real, real talk Real, real, real How y'all doing out there this evenin'? I see the ladies comin' here tonight, in my church Let me start off with this first story Let's go She was light-skinned, long hair but she a dummy Dead last disease, fuckin' 'round, fuckin' money If a bitch show you fakeness then you better get to runnin' Make sure everybody in your circle they a hunnid Learn how to save money, shit, 'cause bad days comin' And keep another woman, shit, 'cause mad day comin' If you in the game you can't rat, that's a no no Even if your arm's shot, hanging like a a yo-yo Ride fearin' nigga, who representin' your logo? But still watch every nigga in that photo, so close Give God his, hit your knees tell Him thank you God love Christians just like he love gangstas Respect the old people, pay up if you owe people Get out them people business and worry 'bout your people Don't get no "woman love money" if you ain't got money No matter what it is, don't let 'em take it from you Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday Never let a woman handle you weak, then you beat Don't be thuggin' in these goddamn streets if you ain't street Keep your secrets all to yourself, don't let 'em leak If Zay' ain't on your beat then your shit probably weak If you know you might tell, don't put in work, that's church Ain't nothin' gangsta 'bout going to jail, that's church You can fuck around with Trell and you gon' get your ass murked Shoot first, do dirt, I'ma send your ass to church Better find your ass a woman in this cold world (why?) 'Cause everybody probably fuckin' ol' girl Everybody say they got it, ain't got money Know the difference from who real and who stuntin' Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday Last sermon for the younger kids Buy your ass some land, I know Xans and all them goddamn Gucci feel What I'm seein' man is ludicrous They kill a nigga and get on live and say they did it, man Who can you trust when it hit the fan? Fuck that baby mama shit if that's your son, that's your lil' man If it ain't work then find another plan If these girls ain't actin' right go get you a wife like Gucci Mane (brr) If you gon' rock it, wear a stupid chain If you got money in your pocket do your thing, if you ain't had a thing Gotta go get it, can't be askin' man 'Cause ain't nobody givin' shit 'round here Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday

I wear a greasy ball cap, I like my shirt untucked I spend Saturdays working on my truck I don't like to fight but I ain't scared to bleed Most don't mess with a guy like me 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings, we wear our boots to church So rough around the edges it's hard to believe That girls like you love guys like me Your daddy worked at the bank, mine worked on cars You went to college, I pulled graveyard You must have had your pick of all the trust fund types But you came back to me and only God knows why 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings, we wear our boots to church So rough around the edges it's hard to believe That girls like you love guys like me, yeah Now there's a lot of guys like me out there in a lot of little towns Tellin' all our buddies we won't ever settle down We say that's just the way we are and the way we'll always be So God sends girls like you for guys like me Thank God there's girls like you for guys like me

Hooo It's '97, why aren't things wild? You said you was a flower child I can respect your soul-searching But now's the time for questioning I'm sure you've been misled before And once you'd trust they'd slam the door But I'm everything I've claimed to be You just need vodka and honesty Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am? My love is real As real as the flowers you smoke to get high Our love is real As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly Our love is real As real as the flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers You're 22 why aren't you free? You're Mom and Daddy's victory A soul that's lived a thousand lives [Oooh oooh] Don't hide behind a child's eyes [No no no no no] Yeah I'm sure you've been misled before And once you'd trust they'd slam the door But I'm everything I've claimed to be You just need vodka and honesty All right Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am? My love is real As real as the flowers you smoke to get high Our love is real As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly Our love is real As real as the flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers I love you, you hate me I took math class that ain't fair exchange I call you, you hang up Don't have to be bitch get your number changed I'm sorry, forgive me I never meant to call you those names But I'm lonely, so lonely, please Ow I love you, you hate me I took math class that ain't fair exchange I call you, you hang up Don't have to be bitch get your number changed I'm sorry, forgive me I never meant to call you those names But I'm lonely, so lonely, please Slow that Our love is real As real as the flowers you smoke to get high Our love is real As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly