sewerperson — LR7

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[Intro]
Just look what opinions could do
I hate that frown when I see it on you
We all try to hide hurt
But here I could help you detox
Five minutes, I need five minutes
I know I’m not really him but I’m a spitting image
But a skewed image, and a bruised image
I think I need life advice, like what to do with it
Take me back to my life as an innocent
‘Cause this is too hard and I don’t know if I could finish it
Even in the dark, I will pray for my enemies
When shit gets hard, we all need some security

[Verse 1]
Forgiveness is just temporary ’til your use dies
And your commodity is lost
I shufflе through these obituaries
In thе papers, to make sure you battled on
If I see the name, I think I’d lose it, yeah
I knew you before you were going through it, yeah
I know I’m no angel but I’d save you
Every night, I stay up thinking what I could do

[Chorus]
On the LRT, I been sound asleep
She calling me moody but I do not want beef
I do not break ties, they just all chintzy
Lately I been pouring up, guess I been thirsty
Muscle car donuts, to all my haters: Hold nuts
Pack this weed into my blunt like it was Subway cold cuts
Off this gin, I don’t bust, but I’ll still eat up
Leave it hella beat up and she don’t use the Visa, just my emotions

[Bridge]
I need five minutes
I know I’m not really him but I’m a spitting image
But a skewed image, and a bruised image
I think I need life advice, like what to do with it
Draw the line and I’ll abide regardless of my pride
This sacrifice would be worth it

[Verse 2]
The strings have crossed in my head
My pleasure comes from my mistreatment
I totally lack in my defense
But I hope that you feel that we’re even
‘Cause I do not feel that we’re equal anymore
I can’t relate to you anymore
My body is whored out to demons
But I’ve come to enjoy the feeling
My cup look like purple vitamin water with minerals
Plus I got my windows pouring out with this indo
She want twenty thousand to cop what was in though
Just to buy some jackets in summer, like what snow?
I blow on this Michelin Man, it’s gas smoke
This shit on me like three at the lowest, you too low
His wife hit my DM and I thought she was widowed
But I would never answer, no

[Chorus]
On the LRT, I been sound asleep
She calling me moody but I do not want beef
I do not break ties, they just all chintzy
Lately I been pouring up, RIP to Pimp C
Muscle car donuts, to all my haters: Hold nuts
Pack this weed into my blunt like it was Subway cold cuts
Off this gin, I don’t bust, but I’ll still eat up
Leave it hella beat up and she don’t use the Visa, just my emotions