Chum – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Something sinister to itPendulum swinging slower, degenerate movingThrough the city with criminal stealthWelcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants workGolf is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavementBrush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psycheIt’s probably been twelve years since my father leftLeft me fatherlessAnd I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jestWhen honestly I miss this nigga like when I was sixAnd every time I got the chance to say itI would swallow itSixteen, I’m hollow with Tyler and skipped shotsJust throw him that whole bottleI’ll show you a role modelI’m drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawnTrying to figure out howand when the fuck I missed moderateMomma often was offering peace offeringsThink, wheeze cough, scoffing and he’s off againSearching for a big brother, Tyler was thatPlus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice with the trapToo black for the white kids and too white for the blacksFrom honor roll to to crackinglocks up off them bicycle racksI’m indecisive, I’m scatterbrainedand I’m frightened it’s evidentIn them eyes where he hiding all them icicles atSomething sinister to itPendulum swinging slower, degenerate movingThrough the city with criminal stealthWelcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants workGolf is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavementBrush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psycheTime lapse, bars rot in heart’s bottomless pitWas mobbin’ deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy didWe were the potty mouth posse, crash the party and dipWith all belongings then toss ’em out to the audienceNothing was fucking awesomeTrying to make it from the bottom this isFeeling as hard as Vince Carter’s knee cartilage isSupreme garmentand weed gardeners garnishing spliffsWith Keef particlesand entering apartments with ‘zine articleTolerance for boundaries, I know you happy nowCraven and these Complex fuck niggas’ll track me downJust to be the guys that did it like I like attentionNot the type where niggastrying to get a raise at my expenseSupposed to be grateful, rightLike thanks so much you made my lifeHarder and the ties between my mom and IStrained and tightenedEven more than they were before all of this shitBeen back a week and I already feel like calling it quitsSomething sinister to itPendulum swinging slower, degenerate movingThrough the city with criminal stealthWelcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants workGolf is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavementBrush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche