Solace – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Late for everything, my face to the cementThat’s how I always seen itI spent days faded and anemicYou could see it in my faceI ain’t been eatin’, I’m just wastin’ awayLooks like the way that river phoenixWent gon’ end up my fateAnd when they drag me out the gutterMail the ashes to my motherTwist the spliff if I don’t finish my plateSlip a fist up for my niggas in chains, my mental was cagedSee I ain’t been to prison but the feeling’s the sameShared sentiment, winnin’ if the pen hit the pageAs of late, I’ve been watchin’ every bitch on myspaceShit’s just lookin’ different with ageTry to make some sense of all this shit in my brainOne foot stuck in a tar pit of my waysIt was like that the whole time, we’ll be alrightStay up all night, but it’s alrightI done stayed up the whole night, but it’s alrightIt’s me and my nibbling conscienceNigga I’m fixin’ to give upI’ve been alone for the longestIt’s trouble, the way that we’re joggin’Nothin’ gon’ save us or stop usMe and my nibbling conscienceNigga I’m fixin’ to give upI’ve been alone for the longestThis spliff, I ain’t splittin’ no time soonMy brain split in two, it’s rainin’ a bitI hope it’s a monsoon, my face in the sinkI’m seein’ my mom soon, I’m faded, I stinkStay in itI got my grandmama’s hands, I start to cry when I see ’emCause they remind me of seein’ herThese the times that I needed her most cause I feel defeatedAnd I buy nothin’ by myself, my second thoughts, my hecMy hands, I start to cry when I see ’emCause they remind me of seein’ herThese the times that I neededHer most cause I feel defeatedAnd I buy nothin’ but myself, my second thoughtsMy hectic process of thinkin’And all my doubts and I thinkI know nak in there sleepin’He on the couch, that’s my brotherGive me a boost when my confidence need itSo I love him, to tell the truthI got a problem with eatin’I be druggin’, to tell the truthI’m not supposed to be off in hereI’m supposed to be sleepin’But I be turnin’ and tossin’To tell the truth, I miss my partna demTo tell the truth, you can’t be loudWhen you’re the wrongest, famTo tell the truth, I’m at a loss of friendsWell time waits for no man and death waits with cold handsI’m the youngest old man that you knowIf ya soul intact, let me know