CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : a little bit tuff but still tasty
Blood moon in the sky in the summer
Bodied at night in the suburbs
The gas in my stomach is trying to fight (JabariOnTheBeat)
I'm the body on top of the water (Yeah)
My belly expands 'til it's sundered
Oh, you try and make search for my scribbles
The passage of time wipe them off of the walls in the harbour
But my scratches remain in the shower
My cup about to fill me with power
You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end
How ungrateful of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
When blue in the toes, where do we go?
The dead only know, let's keep it like that
It happened again, oh, it happened again
She couldn't care, 'cause it won't bring him back
This is the sailor's song, while he picks through the cargo of flesh farms
It's not a job for the stomachless, no, but it's a paying one
You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end
How upsetting of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
And you weren't exempt, I saw the action, the outcome is yours to adapt to
You aren't subtracted from violence and I hope that you bleed too, you're a target and I am a menace
VS my francophone Hennessy
We all would torture our enemy
And why were you taking me serious?
Course I am, but you all took it wrong
You're not the first tryna get me gone
I can't be killed by something worded strong
You gotta pull up and let it rock
I know you my son but you fled the sock
Oh, I'm so sorry you're going through it
So am I, nut up and face the music
It's better than being a failure
'Cause anyone is everyone's calibre for real
You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end
How obnoxious of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
Bodied at night in the suburbs
The gas in my stomach is trying to fight (JabariOnTheBeat)
I'm the body on top of the water (Yeah)
My belly expands 'til it's sundered
Oh, you try and make search for my scribbles
The passage of time wipe them off of the walls in the harbour
But my scratches remain in the shower
My cup about to fill me with power
You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end
How ungrateful of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
When blue in the toes, where do we go?
The dead only know, let's keep it like that
It happened again, oh, it happened again
She couldn't care, 'cause it won't bring him back
This is the sailor's song, while he picks through the cargo of flesh farms
It's not a job for the stomachless, no, but it's a paying one
You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end
How upsetting of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
And you weren't exempt, I saw the action, the outcome is yours to adapt to
You aren't subtracted from violence and I hope that you bleed too, you're a target and I am a menace
VS my francophone Hennessy
We all would torture our enemy
And why were you taking me serious?
Course I am, but you all took it wrong
You're not the first tryna get me gone
I can't be killed by something worded strong
You gotta pull up and let it rock
I know you my son but you fled the sock
Oh, I'm so sorry you're going through it
So am I, nut up and face the music
It's better than being a failure
'Cause anyone is everyone's calibre for real
You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end
How obnoxious of you for the hour
I'm still locked in the basement in rags
They clipped through my ear with a tag
Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that
'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
