
a little bit tuff but still tasty Sewerperson & JabariOnTheBeat
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[Verse 1]
Blood moon in the sky in the summer
Bodied at night in the suburbs
The gas in my stomach is trying to fight (JabariOnTheBeat)
I'm the body on top of the water (Yeah)
My belly expands till it's sundered
Oh, you try and make search for my scribbles
The passage of time wipe them off of the walls in the harbour
But my scratches remain in the shower
My cup about to fill me with power
[Chorus]
You promised, you promised but fucked it all up in the end
How ungrateful of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
[Verse 2]
When blue in the toes, where do we go?
The dead only know, let's keep it like that
It happened again, oh, it happened again
She couldn't care 'cause it won't bring him back
This is the sailor's song, while he picks through the cargo of flesh farms
It's not a job for the stomachless, no, but it's a paying one
Blood moon in the sky in the summer
Bodied at night in the suburbs
The gas in my stomach is trying to fight (JabariOnTheBeat)
I'm the body on top of the water (Yeah)
My belly expands till it's sundered
Oh, you try and make search for my scribbles
The passage of time wipe them off of the walls in the harbour
But my scratches remain in the shower
My cup about to fill me with power
[Chorus]
You promised, you promised but fucked it all up in the end
How ungrateful of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
[Verse 2]
When blue in the toes, where do we go?
The dead only know, let's keep it like that
It happened again, oh, it happened again
She couldn't care 'cause it won't bring him back
This is the sailor's song, while he picks through the cargo of flesh farms
It's not a job for the stomachless, no, but it's a paying one
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