Earl Sweatshirt - Azucar lyrics
[Earl Sweatshirt - Azucar lyrics]
Pedal to the metal
Lost footin', it was sugar in my gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
It's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told
You these the last days
It's all mine, could've split the last plate
Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibi straight
You ain't gotta lie
Shook tradition, did it my way
No sense in looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live, fissures and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions in the
Stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say
To dodge Satan, say to kill him this time
Oy vey well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not
You shook a bit
Sookie, sookie niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of a pit
Hundred dollar chip
I piss problems out, the bottle empty
Mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, MIKE on the bench
Living life like a nigga put
A price on my head bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it
Better come prepared
Going through it like prayers
In the night sky
You look like a chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck
Don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was
Lonesome as I was
Lost footin', it was sugar in my gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
It's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told
You these the last days
It's all mine, could've split the last plate
Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibi straight
You ain't gotta lie
Shook tradition, did it my way
No sense in looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live, fissures and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions in the
Stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say
To dodge Satan, say to kill him this time
Oy vey well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not
You shook a bit
Sookie, sookie niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of a pit
Hundred dollar chip
I piss problems out, the bottle empty
Mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, MIKE on the bench
Living life like a nigga put
A price on my head bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it
Better come prepared
Going through it like prayers
In the night sky
You look like a chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck
Don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was
Lonesome as I was