Sewerperson - Thr1ller lyrics
[Sewerperson - Thr1ller lyrics]
Jelly
Uh, too official and I still pour out some
Look at my face, I'm too numb
Who the fuck worries about an outcome?
I’ma die young, no question
Come fuck on me, yell at me
Give me a problem
Look at my waist I'm too thin
I can not feel that throw up
She givin' me brain, she learner
I’m on that peak like Timmy Turner
She hate my guts on tour
Just coppin' my shit, my burner
Baby I miss you dearly
But I know I fuck up yearly
Stuck on my shit like Kirby
Baby I promise I'll take you with me
Gettin' that Big Mac with no
Secret sauce, okay I, mmm
Lately I'm fiendin'
I pour up in my box okay I woah
All of my guys will force
You to fuck the box, okay I know
I keep goin' forever my baby I'm toxic
Okay I woah
I might have a moment where I’m cryin’ at you
Made him black her hair
It looks like fire and it shoot
Please don't play my ex
Please don’t fuck and make love
I been way too lonely all these years
I need a dove
These four wheels start to feel
A bit like 'em
Plus this liquor inside my body gives me hope
Purple potion on my pub
What's the stomach got for me, it moves slow?
Uh, too official and I still pour out some
Look at my face, I'm too numb
Who the fuck worries about an outcome?
I’ma die young, no question
Come fuck on me, yell at me
Give me a problem
Look at my waist I'm too thin
I can not feel that throw up
Gettin' that Big Mac with no
Secret sauce, okay I, mmm
Lately I'm fiendin'
I pour up in my box okay I woah
All of my guys will force
You to fuck the box, okay I know
I keep goin' forever my baby I'm toxic
Okay I woah
I might have a moment where I'm cryin' at you
Made him black her hair
It looks like fire and it shoot
Please don't play my ex
Please don't fuck and make love
I been way too lonely all these years
I need a dove
Uh, too official and I still pour out some
Look at my face, I'm too numb
Who the fuck worries about an outcome?
I’ma die young, no question
Come fuck on me, yell at me
Give me a problem
Look at my waist I'm too thin
I can not feel that throw up
She givin' me brain, she learner
I’m on that peak like Timmy Turner
She hate my guts on tour
Just coppin' my shit, my burner
Baby I miss you dearly
But I know I fuck up yearly
Stuck on my shit like Kirby
Baby I promise I'll take you with me
Gettin' that Big Mac with no
Secret sauce, okay I, mmm
Lately I'm fiendin'
I pour up in my box okay I woah
All of my guys will force
You to fuck the box, okay I know
I keep goin' forever my baby I'm toxic
Okay I woah
I might have a moment where I’m cryin’ at you
Made him black her hair
It looks like fire and it shoot
Please don't play my ex
Please don’t fuck and make love
I been way too lonely all these years
I need a dove
These four wheels start to feel
A bit like 'em
Plus this liquor inside my body gives me hope
Purple potion on my pub
What's the stomach got for me, it moves slow?
Uh, too official and I still pour out some
Look at my face, I'm too numb
Who the fuck worries about an outcome?
I’ma die young, no question
Come fuck on me, yell at me
Give me a problem
Look at my waist I'm too thin
I can not feel that throw up
Gettin' that Big Mac with no
Secret sauce, okay I, mmm
Lately I'm fiendin'
I pour up in my box okay I woah
All of my guys will force
You to fuck the box, okay I know
I keep goin' forever my baby I'm toxic
Okay I woah
I might have a moment where I'm cryin' at you
Made him black her hair
It looks like fire and it shoot
Please don't play my ex
Please don't fuck and make love
I been way too lonely all these years
I need a dove