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sewerperson & Eric Godlow
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War
I feel so fucked up
I go to touch base with the brick tile floor, sore
I couldn't wake up for seventy days after
Could you tell me 'bout before?
I lift my face up from rubble and soot
And I'm now 10 foot 4
I'm breaking down doors
I try to wake up but when I rub my eyes, I can feel 'em get sore
She take off her make up and I like her even more
But I'm on grind
I'd shit and piss inside the studio if it could save time
Man, I really don't mind
I cough up my energy and water my eyes
Only time that I cry
It's raining in my brain but my pen is so right
I could take my time
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I could try put it in words
But you don't know how this feels
I have not lived this life
I'on know how to pop the seals
I had spent three whole nights
Fighting this through my will
I will not pour that drink
It might suppress these pills
And I can not afford that hurt
So I don't recognize it's real
I'on know how to just chill
I don't have that skill
Baby, can you hold my heart?
People done broke it apart
Passed out dead in the park
Still I come alive in the art
If I fail, I get left
I can't deal with regret
I got air in my chest
I got pain in my breath
I got fire in my lungs
I got red on my thumbs
I got snot in my nose
And I got flesh on my tongue
I got three types of tooth
I got scales but it's smooth
Still you hide in my speech
You can't handle the truth
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