Sewerperson, Eric Godlow - C lyrics
[Sewerperson, Eric Godlow - C lyrics]
Baby, come and visit in
My underground apartment
I don't got no oxygen, at least I got parking
Here we got the fridge that tell
You you'd be better starving
Here we got the smoker's corner
For the broken hearted
Baby, can you tell me how
The fuck to die happy?
I just wanna drill my head in
Dirt and hear it cracking
Cells inside my brain would tell
Me it'd be too tacky
I just need a freight to clip
The rail and come smack me
I'm so fucking sorry, girl
I know I'm still changing
This is like the lullaby you
Sing to kill the baby
I don't think you can, but it means a lot
You tried to save me
Promise I'll remember you
You're such a nice lady
When I'm just a blob in
My mid to late forties
Every time my smaller blobs would
Make me tell 'em stories
I only tell the one because
I want 'em to remember
When I tell the tale about
The woman in the quarry
(And then we flip it)
Alright, alright alright, alright
Alright, alright
Baby, I can tell you I won't ever die sober
I don't live no different from
The man behind the dumpster
And if it's not no drugs
Just be assured I'm in my slumber
Downright dirty season
Throwin' up blood all summer
I remember geeking when I
Walked into the complex i know I was fucked
It's probably way worse out of context
Shawty been my angel in a time I need it most
Sucks she couldn't save me right
Before I turned ghost
Cons may well inspire, give a fuck about pros
I still got some slime underneath
The dimple on my nose i suck on the bottle
Almost like I'm still teething
I just hope this wine can help
Me tell you how I'm feeling
My underground apartment
I don't got no oxygen, at least I got parking
Here we got the fridge that tell
You you'd be better starving
Here we got the smoker's corner
For the broken hearted
Baby, can you tell me how
The fuck to die happy?
I just wanna drill my head in
Dirt and hear it cracking
Cells inside my brain would tell
Me it'd be too tacky
I just need a freight to clip
The rail and come smack me
I'm so fucking sorry, girl
I know I'm still changing
This is like the lullaby you
Sing to kill the baby
I don't think you can, but it means a lot
You tried to save me
Promise I'll remember you
You're such a nice lady
When I'm just a blob in
My mid to late forties
Every time my smaller blobs would
Make me tell 'em stories
I only tell the one because
I want 'em to remember
When I tell the tale about
The woman in the quarry
(And then we flip it)
Alright, alright alright, alright
Alright, alright
Baby, I can tell you I won't ever die sober
I don't live no different from
The man behind the dumpster
And if it's not no drugs
Just be assured I'm in my slumber
Downright dirty season
Throwin' up blood all summer
I remember geeking when I
Walked into the complex i know I was fucked
It's probably way worse out of context
Shawty been my angel in a time I need it most
Sucks she couldn't save me right
Before I turned ghost
Cons may well inspire, give a fuck about pros
I still got some slime underneath
The dimple on my nose i suck on the bottle
Almost like I'm still teething
I just hope this wine can help
Me tell you how I'm feeling