Sewerperson - whole damn week lyrics
[Sewerperson - whole damn week lyrics]
Whole damn week I was wondering
Where the cash at
Whole damn week I was moving outta glad bags
World so bleak
I been dodging all the mouse traps
Words heavy, I can make it feel my back crack
Reach the next day, I'll never know
Is she okay? I better hope, yuh
Freckle pale face tarped over bones
Sleeping half baked, eyes ain't even closed
Damn
Wipe your nose, I can see the blow
(Blow, blow)
Sweatin' loads, I can't feel my toes
Brodie keep the hammer close
Just in case both
Geronimo, throw him overboard
Vámonos, guess he gotta go
Why he gotta go? I can hear
'em in my eardrum gettin' close
They've been coming to the shows
They gon' pull up on the slow
I could feel it in my bones
I'll protect them with my ghost, yuh
Wanna talk? Gotta let go i don't want to
I got trouble doin' that shit woah
I don't have keys
I've been bummin' in the streets
I would get down on my knees
And you could help a family
Please, please, please
I got people haven't eaten in a week
Grilled cheese out of gutter
Could you stomach some of that shit?
Shitty, really tragic i believe in magic
So I try to make it happen
Whole damn week I was wondering
Where the cash at
Whole damn week I was moving outta glad bags
World so bleak
I been dodging all the mouse traps
Words heavy, I can make it feel my back crack
Reach the next day, I'll never know
Is she okay? I better hope, yuh
Freckle pale face tarped over bones
Sleeping half baked, eyes ain't even closed
Damn
Where the cash at
Whole damn week I was moving outta glad bags
World so bleak
I been dodging all the mouse traps
Words heavy, I can make it feel my back crack
Reach the next day, I'll never know
Is she okay? I better hope, yuh
Freckle pale face tarped over bones
Sleeping half baked, eyes ain't even closed
Damn
Wipe your nose, I can see the blow
(Blow, blow)
Sweatin' loads, I can't feel my toes
Brodie keep the hammer close
Just in case both
Geronimo, throw him overboard
Vámonos, guess he gotta go
Why he gotta go? I can hear
'em in my eardrum gettin' close
They've been coming to the shows
They gon' pull up on the slow
I could feel it in my bones
I'll protect them with my ghost, yuh
Wanna talk? Gotta let go i don't want to
I got trouble doin' that shit woah
I don't have keys
I've been bummin' in the streets
I would get down on my knees
And you could help a family
Please, please, please
I got people haven't eaten in a week
Grilled cheese out of gutter
Could you stomach some of that shit?
Shitty, really tragic i believe in magic
So I try to make it happen
Whole damn week I was wondering
Where the cash at
Whole damn week I was moving outta glad bags
World so bleak
I been dodging all the mouse traps
Words heavy, I can make it feel my back crack
Reach the next day, I'll never know
Is she okay? I better hope, yuh
Freckle pale face tarped over bones
Sleeping half baked, eyes ain't even closed
Damn