Azucar – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Pedal to the metalLost foot and it was sugar in my gas tankMy cushion was a bosom on bad daysThere’s not a black woman I can’t thankYou called crying when I told you these the last daysIt’s all mine, could’ve split the last plateNiggas didn’t have faith, so I stopped tryin’Apologize, and we outta timePlease get ya alibi straight, you ain’t gotta lieShook tradition, did it my wayNo sense in looking in the skyTrace elements meddle with mindsMind-state live, fissures and firesNiggas with live ammunitions and the stick on the highwayI only get better with timeThat’s what my mom say to dodge SatanSay to kill him this time, oy veyWell here I go, foot on the lineWhat’s mine, what good is it if it’s not, you shook a bitSookie, sookie niggas wasn’t shitFace looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jetI piss problems out, the bottle emptyMama said she used to see my father in meSaid I was not offendedPress, King, Navy, Med, Mike on the benchLiving life like a nigga put a price on my headBless, this how we on itIf you need it and I want it, better come preparedGoing through it like prayers in the night skyYou look like a chair when you folding upHands on like a goalie with the puck, don’t need any luckSee the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was