This is a song about "On sunday"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Your on fire.. your on fire

Took the van, went snatch her

Why do i continue on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Man it goes on and on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

I can taste the salt from my tears

Relying on myself

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay