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Lyrics: Gourds. I Come Up.

I come up

From underground

Went back down

Forgot my bike lock

Went back up

Drank my dirty water

On the ground I felt like iron


Sister bed rest been a long time

Will you tell me which bed is mine

Gonna comb my hair

Gonna clip my nails

And I won't talk much about where I've been

Gourds