[Earl Sweatshirt:]
Feel this cage when that acid fade,
Face the same, but your mind has changed,
You desire a stable home, I acquire fame at namin' hoes,
Contemplatin' ways of gettin' dome, plottin' on my neighbors,
Askin' God for favors, guess he isn't home,
Probably 'cause that fuckin' faith, I didn't show,
Skippin' church, flip the work,
Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond, bitch!
Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in,
Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in,
Either way it goes, a lot is gettin' hit,
And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick.
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin,
Sweaty, D-A-Dolla, top lotto picks,
Promise that I'm not the one to fuckin' plot against.
Love him, but my father ain't my motherfuckin' friend,
Tryna figure out how to start a motherfuckin' end.
Huh, trend dodgin', keep a bitch by me, bank roll!
[Da:]
Garbage bag full of sins, cleanse my soul to rap still, nigga,
Cash is in hand, packs get vac sealed, like the Tin Man
Cardiac still missin', is it past real, get it, work, make Guinness.
[Earl Sweatshirt:]
Don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I been,
Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends,
Tell that bitch to roll up, you fuckin' with some grown ups.
Don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I been,
Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends,
Tell that bitch to roll up, you fuckin' with some grown ups.
[Earl Sweatshirt:]
My mama wonder why I never seem to reach her,
See my daddy in the way I'm actin' and my facial features.
Just tryna put you on, dawg, I came from teachers,
Take the plate and clean it, nigga, I'm a dog,
Tell her, «Hit or miss me with the fuckin' monologue!»
[Da:]
Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl,
Get a copper hauled off, shit!
I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off,
Poppin' whores off,
Grab the ball and these niggas call charge,
Team switchin' jerseys like it's All Star,
Press the OnStar, think we all lost.