Letra de ' LR7 ' de Sewerperson

Just look what opinions could do
I hate that frown when I see it on you
We all try to hide hurt
But here, I could help you detox
Five minutes, I need five minutes
I know I'm not really him, but I'm a spitting image
But a skewed image, and a bruised image
I think I need life advice, like what to do with it, hm
Take me back to my life as an innocent
'Cause this is too hard and I don't know if I could finish it
Even in the dark, I will pray for my enemies
When shit gets hard, we all need some security

Forgiveness is just temporary till your use dies
And your commodity is lost
And I shuffle through these obituaries, in the papers
To make sure you battled on
If I see the name, I think I'd lose it, yeah
I knew you before you were going through it, yeah
I know I'm no angel, but I'd save you
Every night, I stay up thinking what I could do

On the LRT, I been sound asleep
She calling me moody, but I do not want beef
I do not break ties, they just all chintzy
Lately, I been pouring up, guess I been thirsty
Muscle car donuts, to all my haters: Hold nuts
Pack this weed into my blunt like it was Subway Cold Cuts
Off this gin, I don't bust, but I'll still eat up
Leave it hella beat up and she don't use a Visa, just my emotions

I need five minutes
I know I'm not really him, but I'm a spitting image
But a skewed image, and a bruised image
And I think I need life advice, like what to do with it, hm
Draw the line and I'll abide regardless of my pride
This sacrifice would be worth it

The strings have crossed in my head
My pleasure comes from my mistreatment
I totally lack in my defence
But I hope that you feel that we're even
'Cause I do not feel that we're equal anymore
I can't relate to you anymore
My body is whored out to demons
But I've come to enjoy the feeling
My cup look like purple vitamin water with minerals
Plus I got my windows pouring out with this indo
She want twenty thousand to cop what was in though
Just to buy some jackets in summer, like what snow?
I blow on this Michelin Man, it's gas smoke
This shit on me like three at the lowest, you too low
His wife hit my DM and I thought she was widowed
But I would never answer, no

On the LRT, I been sound asleep
She calling me moody, but I do not want beef
I do not break ties, they just all chintzy
Lately, I been pouring up, RIP to Pimp C
Muscle car donuts, to all my haters: Hold nuts
Pack this weed into my blunt like it was Subway Cold Cuts
Off this gin, I don't bust, but I'll still eat up
Leave it hella beat up and she don't use a Visa, just my emotions