Earl Sweatshirt - Curse lyrics
[Earl Sweatshirt - Curse lyrics]
I been servin' since, my nigga
And I just went cold turkey on my bitch
It's a cold world, been servin' niggas since
No Mercy, just lurkin' by the fence
Ed Murphy Raw, Persian floor, pigs in the fog
Dogs comin' to search the car
That's ironic how
Every verse just serve the purpose
Of a service dog to these blind niggas
Redefine what you heard before
How every word got the urgency of nurses
On the tele with the surgeon
Had a belly full of bourbon
'Til I rеmembered I'm worth it
Still еxempt from the curses
Still a couple shoulders over y'all
And life's short but the totem tall
I told you that the flow would circle
Bring it back
I get inertia, then I murk it off
What's the topic of conversation?
What's the protocol?
I keep my toe from out the serpent jaw
Listen, I don't know who hurt you Ma
What I know is livin' in the
Past just hurt you more and now I'm grown
I'm tryna bag 'em like the grocery store
Lot of niggas poultry
I see chicken and I roast it all
A nigga livin' in the moment, no remarks
Just a question
Why you lookin' for some innocence
You know you lost? Engine runnin'
Pistons spittin' like it's motocross
Shit, the sunset got the city golden
Plus my son said, I'm the city golden boy
I've pissed and spit on my opponent
Then I'm pitchin' bodies overboard
Then I'm shakin' off them shackles
I be in the house sometimes, I own my masters
Catch me on the couch unwindin'
If she throw the cat
I'll smash it out the linen
Off a pack that my Uncle Al provide me
Eyes on low rider
Back to businessmen, they bovine
So don't mind 'em
Farm 'em for they cheese, not they co-sign
And knock 'em out they motherfuckin' socks
When you clothesline 'em
Not tryna change the game, don't sign up
Motherfucker
And I just went cold turkey on my bitch
It's a cold world, been servin' niggas since
No Mercy, just lurkin' by the fence
Ed Murphy Raw, Persian floor, pigs in the fog
Dogs comin' to search the car
That's ironic how
Every verse just serve the purpose
Of a service dog to these blind niggas
Redefine what you heard before
How every word got the urgency of nurses
On the tele with the surgeon
Had a belly full of bourbon
'Til I rеmembered I'm worth it
Still еxempt from the curses
Still a couple shoulders over y'all
And life's short but the totem tall
I told you that the flow would circle
Bring it back
I get inertia, then I murk it off
What's the topic of conversation?
What's the protocol?
I keep my toe from out the serpent jaw
Listen, I don't know who hurt you Ma
What I know is livin' in the
Past just hurt you more and now I'm grown
I'm tryna bag 'em like the grocery store
Lot of niggas poultry
I see chicken and I roast it all
A nigga livin' in the moment, no remarks
Just a question
Why you lookin' for some innocence
You know you lost? Engine runnin'
Pistons spittin' like it's motocross
Shit, the sunset got the city golden
Plus my son said, I'm the city golden boy
I've pissed and spit on my opponent
Then I'm pitchin' bodies overboard
Then I'm shakin' off them shackles
I be in the house sometimes, I own my masters
Catch me on the couch unwindin'
If she throw the cat
I'll smash it out the linen
Off a pack that my Uncle Al provide me
Eyes on low rider
Back to businessmen, they bovine
So don't mind 'em
Farm 'em for they cheese, not they co-sign
And knock 'em out they motherfuckin' socks
When you clothesline 'em
Not tryna change the game, don't sign up
Motherfucker