Sunday Morning Songtext

von TUT

Damn we gotta hurry, late to the Sunday service
Last night I hit the town, late I was on that screw-juice swervin'
I swear I'm tired of doing shit on purpose, but doing it without a purpose
A lotta niggas doing shit on purpose, but doing it without a purpose

Shout out to God, Jesus is my homie, we kick it all the time
Still got love for the ho in the bed heard there was something up her nose
Kicking off a couple lines and we still got time
Yeah, we gonna get it right, yeah we can get it right, we gonna get it alright
Yeah, we gonna get it right, yeah we can get it right, we gonna get it alright
Aight! aight! my nigga Joseph back home aight! aight!
Lets try to stay out this time cause we both too grown aight! aight!
I know I'm dead wrong and I'm trying to make it right
I'm gonna bring it to the light aight?
Those niggas ain't yo niggas, better keep an eye on them I'm just saying aight?
Hey, tell me have you ever seen a snake and a rat work together?
I hit em blind in the back, Imma goin' ahead and put a mousetrap out in the grass
Stop moving too fast to conclusions I can't eat at your church for communion
Sat down and when I stood up a dub sac fell out my pocket on your church pew
But we'll get it alright

Yeah, we alright
Yeah, we can get it alright
Yeah, we gonna get it right, yeah we can get it right, we gonna get it alright
Yeah, we gonna get it right, yeah we can get it right, we gonna get it alright
Bring it back All he ever wanted was some gold on his wrist
All he ever wanted was some pie he could piece
All he ever wanted was a bullet to the shows and the rosen
And make the hoes go "Who's this?"
Damn, niggas talking shit but we big grade, bout to win this shit like a sweepstakes
Niggas talking beef I'm at the table trying to eat steak
Eatin good nigga bout to have a clean plate I remember how me and Shoey use to run it up
Let's go and cop some kicks nigga I swear niggas stay up in the air
I've got the valley back home I got to keep it to the sticks nigga
You know I had a show the other night, it was fly but I wasn't
I was sober as a coma, the feds that was there I couldn't sleep that night
I was laying in the bed, and I was scared of under covers
Damn, niggas getting wetter like a pissed on mattress I am living life in the fast lane
Getting money making money fast mane, first in the cash and the cops came
Niggas trying to put me in a box, I'm going to rock his ass like a socker bopper
I swear to God, if I make one penny off this rap shit, I'm going to be prouder than Oscar
Nigga, I'm done!