Sunday's Best
Black Milk Lyrics

Ayo, rise in the AM, early morning laying, I just wanna stay in
The singer wants to stay in bed instead of getting up early in the morning, despite being told to by their father.

I just wanna lay in, pops like "get your ass up, stop the faking
The father is urging the singer to get up and stop pretending they're sick so the family won't be late for church.

We already late, and
The family is already running behind schedule.

Sunday morning waking, faking like my stomach's aching
The artist is pretending to have a stomach ache to avoid going to church on Sunday morning.

Moms pull out clothes just for Sunday's best occasion
The mother selects special clothes for the family to wear to church on Sundays.

Bow-tie, no lie, church shoes was aching
The singer is wearing uncomfortable church clothes such as a bow-tie and dress shoes.

Eighty degree weather in a blazer, body blazing
The singer is overdressed for the hot weather and feels uncomfortable in their blazer.

Already can't wait until this day end
The artist is eager for church to be over so they can go home.

Just a little nigga that would rather be home video-gaming
The artist is a child who would rather stay home and play video games than go to church.

Now we on our way in, deacon speaking
The family is on their way into church and the deacon is speaking to them.

Preacher preaching to that congregation, mason (mason, mason)
The preacher is addressing the church congregation, some of whom are masons.

Minds wandering off, not hearing that man of the cloth
The artist's mind is wandering and they are not paying attention to the preacher.

Talk about that man on the cross
The preacher is discussing the crucifixion of Jesus.

Now we back to praying
The family is praying again after the sermon.

Old ladies with church fans screaming out amen
Elderly women in the congregation are shouting "amen" in response to prayer and preaching.

Looking at that painting on the stained glass
The artist is admiring a painting on a stained glass window in the church.

Watching while that collection plate pass
The artist is observing the collection plate being passed around to collect tithes and offerings from the congregation.

Tithes, offering, to me it's all the same cash
The singer sees little difference between tithes and offerings, both of which require monetary contributions.

Fast forward, got older, a younging that's gone bad
As the singer got older, they became a troubled youth.

Let me rephrase that, a younging that went down that wrong path
The artist clarifies that they made poor choices in life.

No matter how religious moms or pops was
The family's religiosity did not prevent the artist from going astray.

Steal at the counters, went to cop some (I was young)
The artist admits to stealing from store counters to obtain drugs when they were young.

Product of that environment I was in
The singer attributes their actions to the environment in which they grew up.

Once I left that front door, I could have been out of here
Leaving their house could have meant escaping the dangers associated with their neighborhood.

Bullets flying is the norm, so most kids walk without a fear
Gun violence is so prevalent in the singer's neighborhood that many kids have become desensitized to it.

Friends dying is the norm, so they walk without a tear
Death is so common among the singer's friends that they no longer shed tears when someone dies.

Rather tat it on their face, to who's? Wait
Instead of mourning their friends who have died, some kids choose to get tattoos dedicated to them.

While the old head is yellin' "it's never too late"
Despite the difficulties faced by youth in the artist's neighborhood, older members of the community encourage them that it's never too late to make better choices.

Too late, too late, too late, too late
The chorus repeats the phrase "too late," perhaps emphasizing how the artist feels trapped in their current situation.

Too late, too late, too late, too late
The chorus repeats the phrase "too late," perhaps emphasizing how the singer feels trapped in their current situation.

Too late, too late, too late, too late
The chorus repeats the phrase "too late," perhaps emphasizing how the singer feels trapped in their current situation.

Too late, too late, too late, too late
The chorus repeats the phrase "too late," perhaps emphasizing how the artist feels trapped in their current situation.

Too late, too late, too late, too late
The chorus repeats the phrase "too late," perhaps emphasizing how the artist feels trapped in their current situation.

Too late, too late, too late, too late
The chorus repeats the phrase "too late," perhaps emphasizing how the artist feels trapped in their current situation.