Lyrics Earl Sweatshirt

Earl Sweatshirt

Chum

Something sinister to it

Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving

Through the city with criminal 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

It's probably been twelve 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, skipped 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

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 to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks

I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained and I'm frightened it's evident

And them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at

Something sinister to it

Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving

Through the city with criminal 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

Time lapse, bars rhymin' heart's bottomless pit

Was mobbin deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy did

We were the potty-mouth 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

This is 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 through 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 quits

Something sinister to it

Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving

Through the city with criminal 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