missing texture - on sunday lyrics
[chorus]
pour it up, as we thank the lord, you know it’s going down
fill them cups, light the grill, we puff and p-ss it all around
we ain’t afraid to turn up on sundays
yea we gonna turn up on sundays
[verse 1]
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 sh-t 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 f-ck that sh-t, 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 sh-t 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 f-ck christian
[chorus]
pour it up, as we thank the lord, you know it’s going down
fill them cups, light the grill, we puff and p-ss it all around
we ain’t afraid to turn up on sunday
yea we gonna turn up on sunday
[verse 2]
do or don’t, dine and dash
will i die, p-ss the hash
i don’t know if i’m ever really gonna p-ss it back
right and wrong, sing a song
heaven h-ll, 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
[chorus]
pour it up, as we thank the lord, you know it’s going down
fill them cups, light the grill, we puff and p-ss it all around
we ain’t afraid to turn up on sunday
yea we gonna turn up on sunday
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