Beat: Chum - Earl Sweatshirt
Lyrics:
I’m loo-king for-a Girl… Who love-me like-I,- love my,
See’lf… Don’t, care-you think-Con.- Ceit
Cuz.. Baaa’- by I-can Back-It Uu’p… Goin’,
Make-it as-a Sta’ar-like I planned it,
To-the sky,- high Heaven’s or I’ll land and-
Keep it grounded… Now, I may-be just a peasant
To the princess- es of- insta- gram, n’ maybe stacks
Of pa-per don’t exist I bare-ly pay the rent, and may-be
I’m a stay this way for Yeea’rs be-fore it e-ver Change
But ba-by I could take-you where the pa-per ne-ver could…
Grate-ful I.. Hit-Beyond.. Li,- mits y’all.. Simple-ton.. Livin’ in..
Doughey-Ass.. Bo-xes.. Sorry I’m Ho-nest, it’s all my Pro’blems
Ain’t yah Pro’blems... There’s, a part-of me-that’s Hard-to-Meet
So Pardon Me for Try’in, not a Carter Wayne, a Bruce,
I-made my grave my-self… but a-part of-me de-parted cuz
I’m try-na be my-self… and a-part of-me is dy-in’ cuz
I’m breathing all this Smo’ke, Caught up Actin’ Hard-er gett-in Hard-er
Bein’ Dope, So’rry I’m-the cause of all your,- wo-rries,- I’m a broke.- Fail- ‘ure
Co’pe,- Way-of Ho’pe, Weigh-my Lu’ngs, Wa’it… I’m a… Hope-less Dope-Fiend
Turned Dope-less Hope-fiend Turned, Coat-less Cold-est Home-less Know-it’s...
Goin’-Get, better-so-I, won’t- damn,- listen-to-the Go.- Get.- Better- I’m a
Cool.- Cat.- Vet-er-en,- a Hood-Rat Sweater-Vest, A Kool.- Aid.- Soo—ma.- Li’er
My Foot-Ate from Stoop-in’-Say-in’… Myyy… Mulaa- ’s All Maalo, I lo’ok li’ke my
Co’llar Wa’s Po’pped U’p I’n Co’llege, Bu’t co’llege my Kryp-to-ni’te ca’lling
Ke’ep… Callin’ me, Ca’ll it a Si’gn, or Ca’ll it a Whi’ne, I’m Wa’llin’ My’Se’lf…
Fro’m,- A’ll of the Chum… Eye out for God-dess, For-get a Bu-gatti, a Be-ggar
Like- Wa-llet, no Va-let, I’ll Pa’rk it, Call Co-lle’ct on Pro’zac, My Coat Ha’ng cuz
My We’ight, Ke’ep Dro’ppin’, I’m, Staar’-vin’, Caught up like I Staa’rt La’te, Co.- lor-
Of Ma’ yo, I Catch up li’ke, Caar’- pe, My die’m Hi’enz Si’ght Dis’- Tor’- ted, like new
Day, No, Laa- tte, to 2 Girls in Staa’r- bucks. Who Say.- 2-Chains.- be-tter than one
Reaal one, Tooth- Ache.- I’m Chew.- ing, My Eaa’r- Off, Who Say, That-we Ain’t, New
E’era, Dol’-ce Goo’d- Bye, now. You’ll Co- Pay my Is- land, When One Day I’m,- Hi’gh- er
Than Co’ke heads with Cash Flow, or Na-sa In-spiired by Race-Wars turned Space-Wars
No Pay for the Tii’red, Mo’re Pain’ful, less Val-ue, A -ccor- ding, to Maa’r- kets, My La- bor’s
No La- bor what They Know bout’ Paa’- ssion, Ha- lo off Baa’- lance, Who pay for a Sa’ -l’ry
of Pro-phets & Tra’v- l’ers, Car- pe this Di- em cuz Mor-row’s not Pro- mised, Par- le on Par- ty
My A’rt Day’s, Just, Star-ting.
