On Sunday - Missing Texture

Pour it up, as we thank the Lord, you know it’s going down

Fill them cups, light the grill, we puff and pass it all around

We ain’t afraid to turn up on Sundays

Yea we gonna turn up on Sundays

Strugglin bad, I don’t know where to turn

Look to my friends, nah all they do is hurt

Cap my thoughts before they get out of hand

But all it ever seems to do is tear me from within

Need out of this place, before it gets too late

What have I done, this shit I used to hate

Driven to love, just to fall on my face

I can’t keep this up, I’ve become a disgrace

Man but fuck that shit, I’m gon try and make this work

I’m living how I wanna I don’t wanna feel the hurt

It’s sad when I watch em' walk in and out of church and really all I ever do is

shit on my self worth

I’m too overwhelmed with the hurt that life’s been dealing

Mom and Dad promise me that the answers in religion

Wanted to be a dove but I feel more like a pigeon

Deceiving everybody, I’m a fake as fuck Christian

Pour it up, as we thank the Lord, you know it’s going down

Fill them cups, light the grill, we puff and pass it all around

We ain’t afraid to turn up on Sunday

Yea we gonna turn up on Sunday

Do or don’t, dine and dash

Will I die, pass the hash

I don’t know if I’m ever really gonna pass it back

Right and wrong, sing a song

Heaven hell, ring a bell

Will he burn if he has a couple grams to sell?

I don’t even wanna know, I just wanna go

I don’t even sing the hymns, how am I with Him?

Laughing at a tragedy is like spitting in the baptistery, explain why my humor

has to flirt with my morality

The preacher told me the Bible could help my kin

That Christ himself would break his back with sin

But one day I walked in on my dad’s booze binge

And that was the day I let the demons flood in

Now at this point I don’t know what to believe

Pressure is building I don’t feel like I can breathe

Purple in my cup, I just wanna feel at ease

Need to go to church, but I’d rather catch some Zs

Pour it up, as we thank the Lord, you know it’s going down

Fill them cups, light the grill, we puff and pass it all around

We ain’t afraid to turn up on Sunday

Yea we gonna turn up on Sunday