Sunday’s After Service

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Theo Martins] I'm on the phone, she on the road, nigga Got a license, but I'm barely in control, nigga No directions but we getting where we going Driving very very slow around the Po' nigga This is the summertime in RI Charcoals and the grills Big cars with the wheels This was '09 tell me how you feel House parties, niggas trying to hit the bottles Shots rang everybody ducking hollows Drug dealers parked in the new sedan Rubberband man fuck uncle sam This is in the small city with the pretty girls You know them city girls Always drive to Philly girls Wherever you going take me with you girl Booty big you gotta be a christian girl, ooo [Verse 2: Theo Martins] We spin the lotto We got bravado And if you need the realest we the ones you know Everything is everything you know the flow RIPTA take me anywhere I wanna go Downtown, shop around Shabba Ranks in the cars Big wheels Ima superstar See, this is just the life on the boulevard [Bridge x4: Theo Martins] Oh whoa, whoa, oh whoa whoa whoa [Verse 3: Theo Martins] Mommy barely got some money But Pastor got all her dollars I seen him in that newest couple I told him thats by my mommy You see Daddy needs some gas money But Mayors in the newest gators He told him if I get you now Then you gon' have to get me later Church sing it for me one time [Bridge x4: Theo Martins] Oh whoa, whoa, oh whoa whoa whoa [Outro: Theo Martins] Sing it for me one time Yea yea, yea yea Theophilus The Third, nigga Thelonious the King, nigga Yea yea, yea Summer time shit Feel that in your spine shit Feel this