fungal Sewerperson
"Fungal" by Sewerperson, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of struggle, identity, and resilience. The lyrics convey a sense of introspection and raw emotion, reflecting on personal battles and societal issues. The unique blend of lo-fi beats and atmospheric production enhances its introspective vibe, resonating with listeners in the underground scene.
[Intro]
(Eric, E-Eric, look at me)
(At the end of the day, the population's grown tired of us)
(All washin' away but I control the greed, the quelled, the mournings)
[Chorus]
Huh, I'll be right here in the mornin' (Okay)
Bullets fly by, I'm snorin'
Please just let me hold you, baby
I know you're supposed to hate me (Let's go)
All of this blood I was born in (Okay)
It make me a heathen, don't it?
[Verse]
I got some tar on my soul, just how it goes, let me unlock the phone
And I got some hate in my heart, tell me it's art, tell 'em to lеave me alone
It's 124, I got this, I'm blowin' tropics, put mе inside of my zone
Fuck 'em all, I'm still proud of me, the word gon' get back 'round to me
This shit do my head in, had to DND my fuckin' phone
And I can't make no promise, I feel things that you could never know
Just raise me out this coma, girl, provide me with the antidote
I just saw the future and it's me faced down in winter snow
Art of gettin' through it, we all do it, but you'd never know (Huh)
You get so fungal, I get borin', you come around here sporin', huh
You are not important, this shit is not fuckin' important
I pop three of these pills at night and lock this lid back on the orange (Huh)
I used to be so vocal, this shit had made me borin'
(Eric, E-Eric, look at me)
(At the end of the day, the population's grown tired of us)
(All washin' away but I control the greed, the quelled, the mournings)
[Chorus]
Huh, I'll be right here in the mornin' (Okay)
Bullets fly by, I'm snorin'
Please just let me hold you, baby
I know you're supposed to hate me (Let's go)
All of this blood I was born in (Okay)
It make me a heathen, don't it?
[Verse]
I got some tar on my soul, just how it goes, let me unlock the phone
And I got some hate in my heart, tell me it's art, tell 'em to lеave me alone
It's 124, I got this, I'm blowin' tropics, put mе inside of my zone
Fuck 'em all, I'm still proud of me, the word gon' get back 'round to me
This shit do my head in, had to DND my fuckin' phone
And I can't make no promise, I feel things that you could never know
Just raise me out this coma, girl, provide me with the antidote
I just saw the future and it's me faced down in winter snow
Art of gettin' through it, we all do it, but you'd never know (Huh)
You get so fungal, I get borin', you come around here sporin', huh
You are not important, this shit is not fuckin' important
I pop three of these pills at night and lock this lid back on the orange (Huh)
I used to be so vocal, this shit had made me borin'
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