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blood will dry - sewerperson lyrics

[intro]
big time, i just wanna help you move
[?]
that’s for my credential
that’s me and—were
you must be doing, like, what—what you are
and what that means to you
you get up, and you f*cking enjoy that thing
’cause it’s yours

[chorus]
(tonight) i just took a ride with the devil for the last time
in the buick riviera without brake lines
with windows dirtier than p*rn that you could not find
stay mad at stop lights, man, i’m blowing stop signs
man, it takes an evil person to invent time
love and loss would be just love if i could freeze mine
all my antibodies telling me i flatline
please, just let mе make this money for my bloodline first

[verse 1]
nothing hurts mе, but my family saying, “not mine”
you see my socials, but you never see the real life, like mtv
making money for ’em, but i’m mia
i run from these problems constantly, like i was dmc
take my body, just f*cking take my body
if my organs work still, when i’m dead, give ’em off to somebody that’s not like me
i disappoint the somebodies that love on me, for real (for real)
[bridge]
come at me again, i’m making god cry
i will break apart the [?] we in sound mind
i will turn into a poster on this streetside
no one that loves you gon’ find you in this high tide
and then i carry on, unbothered
dna is useless when i’m not of this planet
i could tell you the origin, but you’d never understand it
i’m here to wreak havoc, all because of my crash landing

[verse 2]
(tonight) i’m not just a copilot, i operate my wings
and this sh*t is not over until the obese b*tch sings
i just hit the fairmont royal york with a vibe
this is not about love, i just get bored when i get high
but i sit down in a two*man ’cause i need it for myself
i need you to hit me
i need you to leave welts
make me feel the pain that my own child self felt
and this is not a rap song, it’s a cry for—

[chorus]
(night) i just took a ride with the devil for the last time
in the buick riviera without brake lines
with windows dirtier than p*rn that you could not find
stay mad at stop lights, man, i’m blowing stop signs
man, it takes an evil person to invent time
love and loss would be just love if i could freeze mine
all my antibodies telling me i flatline
please, just let me make this money for my bloodline first
(bloodline first, —line first)

- sewerperson lyrics

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