Earl Sweatshirt, RZA - Molasses lyrics

Search inside my purse to
Buy something worthless

99 problems all gone in that one joint
And that neck gold froze like
He held it at gunpoint
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffel full of troubles
Trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck
Stacking for the long run
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
Toe tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
I'm a manger-born puppy
Holding flight like a hangar do
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet
The label don't like me
But they pay me a grip
And you see how his day going
By the state of his wrists
Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing
Bet the baker came swinging like
What the fuck you saying? All
That aiming and miss
Ayy, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
We could do this shit all night
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch

You know me, drugs out, front the telly
I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck
Count fetti and bucks
Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly
What's up? Fuck nigga
What's up? I'm at the deli
Scheming on a Fanta and
A Camel Crush, screaming, "Saddle up!"
Like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut
Pansy if them fans only local
Why them flights transatlanti'ed up?
The rice and the patties cooked
Nice for the chancellor
Them teeth with the gold bright
The light switches mad at us
Snapchatting panty-clad baddies
I'm a bachelor
I'm high and polite 'cause po-lice
Is in back of us
And write with the same hand
I smack 'em up with
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
Icky Thump
Sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep

We could do this shit all night
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
We could do this shit all night
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch