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[Verse 1]
Baby, come and visit in my underground apartment
I don’t got no oxygen, at least I got parking
Here we got the fridge that tell you you’d be better starving
Here we got the smoker’s corner for the broken-hearted
Baby, can you tell me how the fuck to die happy?
I just wanna drill my head in dirt and hear it cracking
Cells inside my brain would tell me it’d be too tacky
I just need a freight to clip the rail and come smack me
I’m so fucking sorry, girl, I know I’m still changing
This is like the lullaby you sing to kill the baby
I don’t think you can, but it means a lot, you tried to save me
Promise I’ll remember you, you’re such a nice lady
When I’m just a blob in my mid to late forties
Every time my smaller blobs would make me tell ’em stories
I only tell the one because I want ’em to remember
When I tell the tale about the woman in the quarry
(And then we flip it)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Baby, I can tell you I won’t ever die sober
I don’t live no different from the man behind the dumpster
And if it’s not no drugs, just be assured I’m in my slumber
Down right dirty season, throwin’ up blood all summer
I remember geeking when I walked into the complex
I know I was fucked, it’s probably way worse out of context
Shawty been my angel in a time I need it most
Sucks she couldn’t save me right before I turned ghost
Cons may well inspire, give a fuck about pros
I still got some slime underneath the dimple on my nose
I suck on the bottle, almost like I’m still teething
I just hope this wine can help me tell you how I’m feeling