| Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A
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| Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A
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| Hold the selfies, put the 'Gram away
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| Get your family, y'all hold hands and pray
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| When you got daughters, always keep 'em safe
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| Watch out for vipers, don't let them indoctrinate
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| Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A
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| You're my number one, with the lemonade
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| Raise our sons, train them in the faith
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| Through temptations, make sure they're wide awake
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| Follow Jesus, listen and obey
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| No more livin' for the culture, we nobody's slave
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| Stand up for my home
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| Even if I take this walk alone
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| I bow down to the King upon the throne
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| My life is His, I'm no longer my own
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| I pray to God that He'll strengthen my hand
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| They will think twice steppin' onto my land
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| I draw the line, it's written in the sand
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| Try me and you will see that I ain't playin'
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| Now, back up off my family, move your hands
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| I got my weapons in the spirit's land
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| I, Jezebel don't even stand a chance
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| Jezebel don't even stand a chance
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