TGOD808, Earl Sweatshirt - Volcano lyrics
[TGOD808, Earl Sweatshirt - Volcano lyrics]
99 problems all gone in that one joint
And that neck gold froze like
He held it at gunpoint
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffel full of troubles
Trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck
Stacking for the long run
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
Toe tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
I'm a manger-born puppy
Holding flight like a hangar do
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet
The label don't like mе
But they pay me a grip
And you see how his day going
By the statе of his wrists
Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing
Bet the baker came swinging like
What the fuck you saying? All
That aiming and miss
Ayy, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch
And that neck gold froze like
He held it at gunpoint
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffel full of troubles
Trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck
Stacking for the long run
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
Toe tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
I'm a manger-born puppy
Holding flight like a hangar do
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet
The label don't like mе
But they pay me a grip
And you see how his day going
By the statе of his wrists
Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing
Bet the baker came swinging like
What the fuck you saying? All
That aiming and miss
Ayy, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch