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i prms god wyll weep when i am done w you - sewerperson lyrics

[intro]
eric, look at me

[chorus
i got runtz on my frontwoods, i barely could breathe
red*bottom kicks like i stepped on the beat
you’d think i’m martian, got bands on my feet
i got ten in my wallet and 40 in jeans
plus my boy carry 30 that’s not coloured green
stony my shoulder and preem up my sleeve
i hit this blunt like it’s how i could breathe (how i could breathe)

[verse 1]
800 thread count, i’m f*cking these sheets
hold my weed, i’m chris hansen, i need me a sheet
talkin’ on me, you must have cte
surely we stab him up till he barely could bleed
i trigger epileptics when showing my t**th
and my neck could sink ships, [?]
my girl named [?], she throwing it back
f*cking in doggie, i kiss on her neck
and i’m blowing this blunt whilе she giving me head
i got pеople on time that gon’ make sure you dead
i’m sipping kratom ’cause i don’t like tech
catch on the re*up, you must be a f*g
i pop these pills ’cause i love the effect
i settle down while his b*tch give me neck
he got a bone to pick, make it a rip
’cause i heard it before and, d*mn, i gotta wreck
[chorus]
i got runtz on my frontwoods, i barely could breathe
red*bottom kicks like i stepped on the beat
you’d think i’m martian, got bands on my feet
i got ten in my wallet and 40 in jeans
plus my boy carry 30 that’s not coloured green
stony my shoulder and preem up my sleeve
i hit this blunt like it’s how i could breathe (how i could breathe)

[verse 2]
i made some money and bought me a gurk
i hit this b*tch and i make sure it hurt
i don’t do molly if i don’t got percs
i had billionaire boys, it’s all on my shirt
she like to fight, so it’s not gonna work
read ’em and leave ’em, i know me my worth
australian jawn, she been surfing the turf
valley girl, she suck me off, i’m like, “perf”

[chorus]
i got runtz on my frontwoods, i barely could breathe
red*bottom kicks like i stepped on the beat
you’d think i’m martian, got bands on my feet
i got ten in my wallet and 40 in jeans
plus my boy carry 30 that’s not coloured green
stony my shoulder and preem up my sleeve
i hit this blunt like it’s how i could breathe (how i could brea—)

- sewerperson lyrics

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