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letra de lr7 - ‌sewerperson

[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 sh-t 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 h-lla 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 wh0red 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 sh-t 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 h-lla beat up and she don’t use the visa, just my emotions

- sewerperson

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