Sewerperson - ​attic lyrics

Yo Martie yeah
Yo Martie this is not the type of-
(This is not the type, this is not the type)

This is not the type of thing
I would get into normally
I would get in to openly
I been fucking up, like, socially
She just wanna wreck, like, globally, think
I fell in love, like, totally
Paying no mind, like, knowingly
(yeah) , say it with your chest, like
Vocally yeah, yeah (Woo, oh)
That like my baby, that sound like my baby
(yeah, damn right, mm)
Let's get to together
She hit me with "Maybe"
(Let's get together, let's get, yeah)
Yo Martie
I whip a bike and she whip a Mercedes, yeah
(Skrrrrr)
She ain't got time to go easy, I'm wavy
Crazy
I'm taking two of these shit's on the daily
She on the plane over sea like the Navy
(Over sea like the)
Not from this place and my skin feeling scaly
It's gross

Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still classic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jurassic
Driving out quick, got frailed on classic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Yo Martie

Ice, showing lace, you gotta wait
I couldn't let go (I couldn't let go)
Ice on my face, you saving space
I'm sippin' crystal (yeah)
Hands on the waist, I'm outta space
I'm stuck in my zone (I'm stuck in my)
Lights on the screen, blue laser beam
I'm stuck in my home
Fall onto me, I wanna be, I need to be alone
Two call to me, five follow me
I'm cold in my bones
Double mixed with patron (yeah)
On the rocks like a goat (On the rock like a)
First, I drink, then I smoke
First, I cop, then I grope yo Martie

So just indulge me for a second it
Is not the critic who counts
Not the man who points out how the strong man
Stumbles or where the doer of deeds
Could've done them better the
Critic belongs to the man who
Is actually in the arena
Who's face is marred by dust
And sweat and blood

Yo Martie

Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still classic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jurassic
Driving out quick, got frailed on classic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still classic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jurassic
Driving out quick, got frailed on classic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Yo Martie

Yo Martie