Tut - Sunday Service lyrics

[Hook: 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 sh** on purpose, but doing it without a purpose A lotta n***as doing sh** on purpose, but doing it without a purpose [Verse 1: TUT] 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 n***a 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 n***as ain't yo n***as, 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 gra** 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 [Bridge: TUT] 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 (x5) [Hook] (x2) 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 sh** on purpose, but doing it without a purpose A lotta n***as doing sh** on purpose, but doing it without a purpose [Verse 2: TUT] 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, n***as talking sh** but we been great, bout to win this sh** like a sweepstakes n***as talking beef I'm at the table trying to eat steak Eatin good n***a bout to have a clean plate I remember how me and Shoey use to run it up Let's go and cop some kicks n***a I swear n***as stay up in the air I've got the valley back home I got to keep it to the sticks n***a 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, n***as 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 n***as trying to put me in a box, I'm going to rock his a** like a socker bopper I swear to God, if I make one penny off this rap sh**, I'm going to be prouder than Oscar n***a, I'm done! [Hook] (x2) 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 sh** on purpose, but doing it without a purpose A lotta n***as doing sh** on purpose, but doing it without a purpose