A little bit tuff but still tasty
sewerperson
GENRE Blood moon in the sky in the summer
Bodied at night in the suburbs
The gas in my stomach is trying to fight
Im the body on top of the water
My belly expands till its sundered
Oh u try and make Search for my scribbles the passage of time wipe them off of the wall in the harbour but my scratches remain in the shower
My cup about to fill me with power
U promised u promised but fucked it all up in the end
How ungrateful of u for the hour
Im still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped thru my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware at least honour me after the grave with that
Cause Ill reconsider the pain for that
When Blue in the toes
Where do we go
The dead only know
Lets keep it like that
It happened it again
It happened it again
But she couldn’t care
It won’t bring him back
This is the sailor’s song
While he picks thru the cargo of flesh farms
Its not a job for the stomach less
But its a paying one
U promised u promised but fucked it all up in the end
How upsetting of u for the hour
Im still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped thru my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware at least honour me after the grave with that
Cause Ill reconsider the pain for that
U weren’t exempt
I saw the action the outcome is yours to adapt to
U aren’t subtracted from violence
And I hope that u bleed too
Ur a target
And I am a menace
Vs my francophone Hennessy
We all would torture our enemy
And Why were u taking me serious
Course I am but u all took it wrong
Ur not the first tryna get me gon
I can't be killed by sumn worded strong
U gotta pull up and let it rock
I know u my son but u fled the sock
Oh Im so sorry ur going thru
So am I nut up and face the music
Its better than being a failure
Cause Anyone is everyones calibre for real
U promised u promised but fucked it all up in the end
How obnoxious of u for the hour
Im still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped thru my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware at least honour me after the grave
Bodied at night in the suburbs
The gas in my stomach is trying to fight
Im the body on top of the water
My belly expands till its sundered
Oh u try and make Search for my scribbles the passage of time wipe them off of the wall in the harbour but my scratches remain in the shower
My cup about to fill me with power
U promised u promised but fucked it all up in the end
How ungrateful of u for the hour
Im still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped thru my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware at least honour me after the grave with that
Cause Ill reconsider the pain for that
When Blue in the toes
Where do we go
The dead only know
Lets keep it like that
It happened it again
It happened it again
But she couldn’t care
It won’t bring him back
This is the sailor’s song
While he picks thru the cargo of flesh farms
Its not a job for the stomach less
But its a paying one
U promised u promised but fucked it all up in the end
How upsetting of u for the hour
Im still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped thru my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware at least honour me after the grave with that
Cause Ill reconsider the pain for that
U weren’t exempt
I saw the action the outcome is yours to adapt to
U aren’t subtracted from violence
And I hope that u bleed too
Ur a target
And I am a menace
Vs my francophone Hennessy
We all would torture our enemy
And Why were u taking me serious
Course I am but u all took it wrong
Ur not the first tryna get me gon
I can't be killed by sumn worded strong
U gotta pull up and let it rock
I know u my son but u fled the sock
Oh Im so sorry ur going thru
So am I nut up and face the music
Its better than being a failure
Cause Anyone is everyones calibre for real
U promised u promised but fucked it all up in the end
How obnoxious of u for the hour
Im still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped thru my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware at least honour me after the grave
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