Swaine, sewerperson — 1990

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[Intro: Swaine]
Yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah
Woah, woah, woah, Celty

[Verse 1: Swaine]
Rollin’ ’round in a stolen cop car
Siren buggin’ out like a glitch inside the graphics card
Fuck gifts, I’m the grinch, I just drop bars
Oldschool motherfucker, young but my heart’s in the
90’s, I just do it how I please
No rules, no police, mile long rap sheet
Oh my God, run if you see me on a beat
I’ll never come clean, how I do it this clean
Creep, tip toe around while u sleep
I’m up inside their dreams like Freddie but it’s me
«I’m drownin’, Tommy» like Jason in the lake
Grab a rake, get the leaves in order then break
Fake, I don’t slither ’round with a snake
Still rigid, like a knife blade
Aim it for the face
Aimin’ for the greats
Big boss, movin’ silent, slow paced
Heartbreak Swaine
Leave ’em flattened like a crepe
Battle like I’m Conan the Barbarian
This whole fuckin’ area my shoulders been carryin’
I’m collectin’ teeth like a fairy is
Me and Celty finna show you what scary is

[Chorus: Swaine]
Alien spandex
I’m comin’ out of space like I’m healin a complex
I’m runnin’ out of states like I’m runnin for congress
I digress, uh
Show me who’s next, I bet I’m them
So many song’s it’s never an end, endless
Fallin’ down a hole, walls smoothed, you can’t catch edge
Ballin’ like I’m Dennis Rodman, defenseman
Never miss a target I’m marksman, uh

[Verse 2: sewerperson]
Yeah (Mm, mm)
23, Retro 7 feet like I’m 23 (Like I’m 23)
Guillotine
His bitch gave me head, no guillotine (No guillotine)
Purple pee
All this drank I’m sippin’ suck my energy, aye, uh (Sip, sip)
Every shot is going in, I guarantee (Shot is going in)
Bounce back
I just grabbed an ounce, but where the ounce at? (Where the ounce at?)
Chest that, heart attack
7 gram blunt about to blow my fucking chest back (Blow my fucking chest back)
Pretty lil’ bitch had said she wonder where I stay at (Wonder where I stay)
Owls on my clothes inside my closet where I lay at (Wonder where I lay)
If I’m in the field I feel like José Reyes (Yeah)
Fuck her through the night and in the morning make a day appt
She need a place to k at
Fuck that, Backwoods guts tasting like I got a lip packed
Rollin’ keef dust and I’m ’bouta take a big nap
His bitch made me bust, no click clack (Ow)
Shiny on my neck cost big racks
Shiny on my neck like an Ems dispatch, yeah