Sewerperson, Eric Godlow - a lyrics
[Sewerperson, Eric Godlow - a lyrics]
4 AM in this parking lot
Baby, what the fuck you gettin' in
There, I can't save this spot, yeah
I guess it's alright yeah, okay, it's cool
No, I don't wanna fight, yeah, I love you too
She want someone who not scared
To break the rules
But baby, mentally Ion think I have the tools
Don't come ill-prepared
5 AM in this parking lot i came ill-prepared
I swear you better have bought the plot, yeah
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
I'm sucking back this alcohol
I think I might overload
I'm falling down like dominoes
If she treat me right
Then I might take her to my house
If she like me enough
Then she might let me see her blouse
Good head, honour roll baby, I'm an animal
I do not see no mistletoe
She got knee socks and that's radical gnarly
I eat up like barley
Ride me like there's a Harley on my mouth
Grab my beard and said throw it up
Do people hate me or do I hate me?
I don't really wanna find out
Survivalist mentality
I'm river jumping these trout
Bust open these cacti and see
The milk drip down
I lick the top of my finger
Then I feel the wind from the south
Apocalypse, now okay
No homo though, my homie, bro
I'm only half gay she ask me where I'm from
I point to the sky like that way
I popped this pill and everything became grey
Everything became rage i swear
I got so salty you could see all of my veins
I'm out of fucks to give
I had to mentally castrate
I'm in a dream state
I locked myself inside and then I
Made a mixtape and it's shitbox
4 AM in this parking lot
Baby, what the fuck you gettin' in
There, I can't save this spot, yeah
I guess it's alright yeah, okay, it's cool
No, I don't wanna fight, yeah, I love you too
She want someone who not scared
To break the rules
But baby, mentally Ion think I have the tools
Don't come ill-prepared
5 AM in this parking lot i came ill-prepared
I swear you better have bought the plot, yeah
Big cups in my hand, get me rowdy
Two cups in my hand, get me drowsy
Boot cut on my pants, I'm in style
Big knife in my jeans, it's a Bowie
(I know that's not how you say it, man)
He go-He got hoes in his phone
Where they at though? Nah
He got hoes in his shows on his Crunchyroll
Marijuana gummies in my mouth
That look like Haribos
I let this pipe come bring me down
Like I'm Mario
Baby, what the fuck you gettin' in
There, I can't save this spot, yeah
I guess it's alright yeah, okay, it's cool
No, I don't wanna fight, yeah, I love you too
She want someone who not scared
To break the rules
But baby, mentally Ion think I have the tools
Don't come ill-prepared
5 AM in this parking lot i came ill-prepared
I swear you better have bought the plot, yeah
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
I'm sucking back this alcohol
I think I might overload
I'm falling down like dominoes
If she treat me right
Then I might take her to my house
If she like me enough
Then she might let me see her blouse
Good head, honour roll baby, I'm an animal
I do not see no mistletoe
She got knee socks and that's radical gnarly
I eat up like barley
Ride me like there's a Harley on my mouth
Grab my beard and said throw it up
Do people hate me or do I hate me?
I don't really wanna find out
Survivalist mentality
I'm river jumping these trout
Bust open these cacti and see
The milk drip down
I lick the top of my finger
Then I feel the wind from the south
Apocalypse, now okay
No homo though, my homie, bro
I'm only half gay she ask me where I'm from
I point to the sky like that way
I popped this pill and everything became grey
Everything became rage i swear
I got so salty you could see all of my veins
I'm out of fucks to give
I had to mentally castrate
I'm in a dream state
I locked myself inside and then I
Made a mixtape and it's shitbox
4 AM in this parking lot
Baby, what the fuck you gettin' in
There, I can't save this spot, yeah
I guess it's alright yeah, okay, it's cool
No, I don't wanna fight, yeah, I love you too
She want someone who not scared
To break the rules
But baby, mentally Ion think I have the tools
Don't come ill-prepared
5 AM in this parking lot i came ill-prepared
I swear you better have bought the plot, yeah
Big cups in my hand, get me rowdy
Two cups in my hand, get me drowsy
Boot cut on my pants, I'm in style
Big knife in my jeans, it's a Bowie
(I know that's not how you say it, man)
He go-He got hoes in his phone
Where they at though? Nah
He got hoes in his shows on his Crunchyroll
Marijuana gummies in my mouth
That look like Haribos
I let this pipe come bring me down
Like I'm Mario