Instrumental: Faucet - Earl Sweatshirt
Lyrics:
Been Thinkin Mo'- Paper Might-Pay-For My Pro’,- blems
But Pe-ople keep sayin- mo’ money mo’ Tro’,- uble…
Want-No-Part-of-that- Noo’n- Sense, Be a part of a
Conquest, Con-se-quence, Comin’, Kar-ma Gettin’ Close
So… Pa’rdon-Me-Sir
There’s a part, of me, Swerve,
Cayn’t, help but Ob-serve
’S all takin’ a turn, Breakin at seams…
Not See’ing the Cell, so I’m Blamin’ my-self…
May-be the Re’al… Sa’tan is Mi’rrors
Break-in’ em’ still, Makin’ em feel’,
Strong, Tal-kin’ to a… Mi-rage, Ge’t Lo’st…
Hun-Gry…
Wish I had some Mo-ney
Bish You think this Fu-nny?
Livin’-on-Smoke n’ Honey?
What Li-ttle we Get we Blowin’
No Mi-ddle I’ll end up O-ver,
The Railin’, the Rain is Pourin’
No Major-a-Major Fai’lu’re,
From here to the Bart to ‘Bados
I’m here to de’part a Player
Don’t Ca’re wha’t-the-Fuck-I’m
Wearin’,…A-ppere’-ly, Hngh?
Paired with—a-pair-of-jeans, notice
My socks suck, mis-matched like
Two Di-fferent, Each Bitten, Kit-Kats
Mis-matched like 6’7, v 7’6, Tacko ‘bout
Hella tall, the Heavens A’bove the Rim,
Mis-matched like one red-head left, (lights match)
Struck up, stuck up, no luck, no light, Fuck.
A Pair-of-Matches Tinder me’, but I ne’ed, fire.
Like Mix-Tapes on Street-Ways from Hear-Say of
Weird Gangs, clear eyes, full hearts I…
Still choose booze, don’t need you I’ll See,- duce
My, self, Monkey-do What he-See, seen see-saw’d Health
Sea’s all left, guess the bee’s were right. Gla-ciers melt like
Drinks on ice, Think less Nice, I think more Tight, Blink my E’yes
Ayyyy, ain’t this nice. E’scaped like a The-ist mouse, from a Sci-ence Ma’ze
I’m Neo Proud, of-my Zi’- on place, Not Neo-Pride, Take Prii’de as Hate,
Don’t pry no Eyes, We’re all A’- Wake, Don’t know a-bout you, but I don’t know-a
Bad babe, Just ones in bad Homes, Co’old He’arts ca’an’t lo’ove, they say what
They Lea’rned, I’m sayi’ng I’m hu’rt, but e’- very’- one Was, Let’s end all this hu’rt
And Drop down Our A’arms, Shoulders are So’ore, from holding them up, Cold like a So’re
Been actin’ Ugly as Fuck. Pigeons don’t Soar, cuz, trash on the Floor, still E-di-ble, Share
With the folks, with hands out Be-Cause, They look a Lot like yours. Just raw from Tours
Fight and Serve, Take your pills, sleep on boards, keep your guns, I’ll use my words.
Like Taught in School, not Taught to you, cause Cotton Glu’ed, your tongue in two.
