InCredible, Earl Sweatshirt - Gas lyrics

Im just a wannabe rasta
Eatin pasta for these ostrich knees
Still go faster than youd want to be
Wiley guys is stalkin creeper
Peeper tom binocu seers
Peakin in that crystal ball
Gettin pissed as all shit
As if it's all a trick or callin
Quit's an option missions off
Im gettin off a bit when all
These kids are fallin victim
To the bitchin mad pout
I stand out like a clifford dog
Wag a tail when i get to ball
For now im catchin quails
Don draper when the missus call
Im poachin all these chickens salt
N lick em make a face with bacon
Take it off with lyrics from
A stainless pot on flames skin is flakin off
Scary drove the benz makin nary
Quick a friend
There he goes again hangin larrys
With the pen summers owes a debt blankfein
Marigos and then dimon time and time again
Lies with moynihan
As men try and find the time to spend
When the moneys all gone
Whose alive it will depend
Who will fight it's all wrong
Can't nobody here pretend
You can't silence it for long
And when we write it like a song
And sing it people see that we could
Bring it all along and leave an
Equaler beingness
Not speakin this facetiously it's
Leakin through the seams as i unravel
Travel back to when im speechless
Cuz if seein is believin im an atheist
Well maybe im the craziest but
All ive seen is everythings not what
It seems at least lately shit
Hasnt changed since we been bankin on
Canadians to take us in
Century later barely shake a shin
You say youre raping takin names
Fakin anger why the claim to sin
Who made a kid so blatant
Disrespectful wait check it
This was in the wreckage
From collectively opressive people
Wasn't ready for the
Public but fuck it they want the
Rubbish well dump it you suckin
Everybodies stomach through
That mother fucking plastic
Isnt that a gas trick?
When lappin with no stamina
Youre cardiac quit's
Thats a credit card debtor guardin
Plethoras of sheckles hard to get em
Barred incestual the methods
Of the men in charge
Mentioned it already back
Bars keepin plenty licks past the bar
As if im keepin em a tab from far
Yeah it has to be
Its why i get up in the lab and rappers
Act deceased
Its impossible to work with all you possums
If you lackin teeth
I wanna see em when you speak and
Feel em eatin at some meat
And know they sink in
No shame in these beliefs if reason is okay
You lackeys no brain kobain go bang
When i blow no name on the flow don't claim
Its just incredible steady
Cookin kettles full of mega bull
Mind impregnable
Still chillen on my lonley mostly
Just a close group of homies
Needa keep it on the low key
If you know me, you don't owe me a thing
Im happy just to be here
Tryna live in a dream
Just practicing my rapping
While im pickin a beat
So relaxing when i let it go to shit
Then im free no pun intended
Seriously no pun intended