Earl Sweatshirt - Chum lyrics
[Earl Sweatshirt - Chum lyrics]
It's probably been 12 years
Since my father left left me fatherless
And I just used to say I
Hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly, I miss this nigga
Like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it
I would swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle
I'll show you a role model i'm drunk, pissy
Pissing on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when
The fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze, cough
Scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he liked how I rap
The blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids
And too white for the blacks
From honor roll to cracking locks
Up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained
And I'm frightened
It's evident in them eyes
Where he hiding all them icicles at
Uh… time lapse, bars rotten
Heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse
Crash the party and dip
With all belongings then toss em
Out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome
Trying to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as
Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed
Gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering
Apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries
I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex fuck niggas
Done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like
"I like attention"
Not the type where niggas trying to
Get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much
" you made my life harder
And the ties between my mom and
I are strained and tightened
Even more than they were before
All of this shit
Been back a week and I already
Feel like calling it quit's
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow
A degenerate moving through the
City with criminals, stealth
Welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work
"Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement
Brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
Can I get that, oh… let me
Get that beat in my headphones, louder
Since my father left left me fatherless
And I just used to say I
Hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly, I miss this nigga
Like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it
I would swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle
I'll show you a role model i'm drunk, pissy
Pissing on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when
The fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze, cough
Scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he liked how I rap
The blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids
And too white for the blacks
From honor roll to cracking locks
Up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained
And I'm frightened
It's evident in them eyes
Where he hiding all them icicles at
Uh… time lapse, bars rotten
Heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse
Crash the party and dip
With all belongings then toss em
Out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome
Trying to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as
Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed
Gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering
Apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries
I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex fuck niggas
Done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like
"I like attention"
Not the type where niggas trying to
Get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much
" you made my life harder
And the ties between my mom and
I are strained and tightened
Even more than they were before
All of this shit
Been back a week and I already
Feel like calling it quit's
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow
A degenerate moving through the
City with criminals, stealth
Welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work
"Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement
Brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
Can I get that, oh… let me
Get that beat in my headphones, louder