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sewerperson - fridays [prod. killedmyself]
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Miles Lenehan
Miles Lenehan
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killedmyself
killedmyself
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Don't let the cold get you, I bet they want it to Pickin' this mold off of the legs attached to you I drink the whole bottle like someone had told me to And I'm not a role model but I'm glad I'm helping you Fridays Drinks inside the same old cesspool Sometimes it's hard to wait 'Cause I need to tell you I fell in love with you Pine trees on top my face Taking me back to my happy place, I really miss those days But this just part of my fate, and in that I've faith I could make it through, eons here in these frozen wastes I was a goner, I was a joker Blunt on my lower lip, I am a smoker I'm in my body but who is the owner? I order my Uber, I think it's a Rover I take my time in my head, really I'm mediocre She want a bag, she want a choker I got some money on me like a broker I couldn't blow it, I don't even know her I try to do what you tell me to But I couldn't live with me hurting you So I might ignore when you call again I promise, I swear I'm not mad at you I just need some time while I work it out I just need some time while I think it through I try to do what you tell me to But lately I find it impossible Don't let the cold get you, I bet they want it to Pickin' this mold off of the legs attached to you I drink the whole bottle like someone had told me to And I'm not a role model but I'm glad I'm helping you In the wind, chest full of gin I'on know where I am and I don't know where I been Good to see your face but you're leavin' me again I could spend my whole life stuck inside my sin (Yeah, woah, woah) Wrapped in the wind 20,000 feet from the frostbit land Could I love again? I don't know Moncler on my bones 'cause I'm cold Maybe for this winter I'll be home, yeah I can't spend this Christmas on the road I cannot feel my heart like it's my toes When you yell at me, I just like you more 'Cause I could tell there's fire in your soul I cough out this soot 'cause I'm filled with coal I'on wanna play these games, it's getting old Back and forth, I think she live for the back and forth Settle scores, we can't share, it's always hers or yours I work hard, I just want the weekend off She make it hard then she swear it's just me being soft I think we could do it if we tried, baby, lemme help Sorry, I just got a habit of trying to do it all myself It's just different knowing I can count on someone else Life is scary but it's more like I just scare myself Now I'm in the cherry blossom field, come and lay down Girl, what's on your mind, could you tell me what you thinkin' about? Maybe it's a sign we're together in the here and now I won't say a thing to anyone, I'm just helping out Yellow on the leaves, falling all around me Even though I'm such a piece of shit, I say it proudly Letters to my home unmapped in the valley I was dead and gone, I don't know how the fuck you found me
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