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sewerperson - ​lebowski lyrics

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[intro: jeff bridges & sewerperson]
we love you, timo
y’know, running around, uh, uh, blaming me, y’know
given the nature of all this new sh+t, you know, it+it+it+it—
this could be a+a+a+a lot more, uh
ayy, eight+track on my body, i pulled up in this vintage

[chorus: sewerperson & jeff bridges]
huh, it’s the hotline, pull this number out the bank
yeah, i’m tryna k!ll time, drop this four inside my drank
yeah, i’m tryna get mine, i could see it in my dreams
stare out at the coastline, feel this sand beneath my feet
yeah, and i roll up this blunt while shawty steer, i put it behind my ear
i had got way too antsy, oh, my gosh, i gotta smoke in here (yeah)
turnt up in the back seat, traffic blowin’ past me
and i keep demons loaded in my mind, they tryna grab me
i’m the dude, so that’s what you call me, you know?

[verse 1]
tracks, shuttin’ down don mills
you could smell the f+cking gas, yeah
you could smell the pavement on the ground turnin’ black (it’s really hot)
you could smell the rubber burnin’ off on the cat
turn me up and i might break the f+cking ground, oh, let’s go
oh, keep bootin’ me up
i might separate from the ground on my own (swear)
sometimes i feel i just need to be alone (k!ll the phone, yeah)
most the time, it’s usually i’m just missin’ home, it’s cold (out here)
[bridge: mark pellegrino & jeff bridges]
where’s the f+cking money, sh+thead?
it’s uh, uh, uh, it’s down there somewhere, let me take another look

[verse 2]
its eight+track on my body, i pulled up in this vintage, yeah
a bad b+tch right my side, you know jealousy is a sickness, yeah
i promise i am not lyin’ when i tell you just how i’m feelin’, baby
this sh+t crossin’ a line, you too fine, it’s amazin’
i’m tryna rip you out that house, take you somewhere on vacation
on some nothin’ to worry about vibes, i already made the payments
first time since my heart died i feel somethin’ changin’, i just had to face it
really it’s crazy what the pain did, huh

[chorus]
it’s the hotline, pull this number out the bank
yeah, i’m tryna k!ll time, drop this four inside of my drank
yeah, i’m tryna get mine, i could see it in my dreams
stare out at the coastline, feel this sand beneath my feet
yeah, and i roll up this blunt while shawty steer, i put it behind my ear
i had got way too antsy, oh, my gosh, i gotta smoke in here (yeah)
turnt up in the back seat, traffic blowin’ past me
i keep demons loaded in my mind, they tryna grab me



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