Earl Sweatshirt - Luper lyrics
[Earl Sweatshirt - Luper lyrics]
Ma said "Wake up son, good morning"
I rolled out of bed, greeted
Mama with a yawn, then
Paused to scratch and itch
And went down to the kitchen
Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon
Glass of OJ Simpson
Just as I was about to dig in
A thought jumped in my head
School was to be attended, shit
I paid my thoughts no attention 'cause
I wasn't tryna kick it
With this bitch that just ended it with me
But mama wasn't havin' it
So I grabbed my bag
And split out the door and saw
The whore that I'd rather kick
It seems kinda brash but it's the hash
I mean the harsh truth
She runs shit, she's the jock
I'm the horseshoe she's gorgeous
When niggas see it jaws hit the floor so
When she left
It didn't break my heart it broke my torso
Making my eyes ache, stalking your MySpace
Posted a new pic
I mean it when I say that I fucking hate you
But maybe if you looked in this direction
I'd pick my heart up off the floor
And put it in my chest then
Feel the fucking life rushin' through my body
But you got a guy that's not me
So my wrist is looking sloppy
Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador
You light me up like lamps
A chance is all I'm really asking for
Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more
Most wanna tap and score
I want a fam of four
Not like a family of four, just like fuck it
You'll never listen to this shit anyways
Fuck you bitch
Ugh
She said "You rushing
You rabid son of a Labrador
But I'm attracted to you like
Teenyboppers to Apple Stores"
The basement light is darkened
The switchblade is sharpened
Her name on my arm and her
Face on a two-percent carton
See her face while you're
Fixing your breakfast
And know she's in my basement
Objecting to sex with me, murder spree
Surges on with the next bitch
Tombstones read RIP cause it's
Pieces they rest in
I rolled out of bed, greeted
Mama with a yawn, then
Paused to scratch and itch
And went down to the kitchen
Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon
Glass of OJ Simpson
Just as I was about to dig in
A thought jumped in my head
School was to be attended, shit
I paid my thoughts no attention 'cause
I wasn't tryna kick it
With this bitch that just ended it with me
But mama wasn't havin' it
So I grabbed my bag
And split out the door and saw
The whore that I'd rather kick
It seems kinda brash but it's the hash
I mean the harsh truth
She runs shit, she's the jock
I'm the horseshoe she's gorgeous
When niggas see it jaws hit the floor so
When she left
It didn't break my heart it broke my torso
Making my eyes ache, stalking your MySpace
Posted a new pic
I mean it when I say that I fucking hate you
But maybe if you looked in this direction
I'd pick my heart up off the floor
And put it in my chest then
Feel the fucking life rushin' through my body
But you got a guy that's not me
So my wrist is looking sloppy
Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador
You light me up like lamps
A chance is all I'm really asking for
Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more
Most wanna tap and score
I want a fam of four
Not like a family of four, just like fuck it
You'll never listen to this shit anyways
Fuck you bitch
Ugh
She said "You rushing
You rabid son of a Labrador
But I'm attracted to you like
Teenyboppers to Apple Stores"
The basement light is darkened
The switchblade is sharpened
Her name on my arm and her
Face on a two-percent carton
See her face while you're
Fixing your breakfast
And know she's in my basement
Objecting to sex with me, murder spree
Surges on with the next bitch
Tombstones read RIP cause it's
Pieces they rest in