Earl Sweatshirt - Faucet
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Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Earl Sweatshirt
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[Verse 1:]
Chef Sweaty braisin' your faculty,
Face getting' gray from the ash, but I'm laughin',
That's the trace in me, nigga,
Fuck out my face while I'm thinkin',
Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute,
My days numbered,
I'm focused heavy on makin' the most of 'em.
I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards,
It's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with,
Tryin' to see an M and some, some steadier hands,
Who you callin' your mans?
Bet you thought he was solid, when he really just sand
Washin' away with the water,
I'm a land mammal staying away from the altar,
Shit changed in the August, in the wake of that August,
Last autumn the leaves fell, and I raked in the profit.
Disobeyin' the doctor,
The good guy prescribe, faith never caught 'em,
Chasin' these rabbits, whole face in a faucet.
[Chorus – ×2:]
And I don't know who house to call home lately,
I hope my phone break, let it ring,
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old,
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po',
When I run, don't chase me.
[Verse 2:]
Solid, so the funds don't phase me,
On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists.
Hard as findin' me a, a common thread between us
Raised different, my momma, she born, bred the leader
To get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety,
Sayin' easy and doin' harder when you get caught up,
Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I'm a fluent brawler.
Rain checkin' on ya plot if ever bread should pop up
Out the toaster, I gotta focus, my family problems
Shrunk and widen with the bumps in my personal finance.
It hurt ‘cause I can't keep a date or put personal time in,
Or reverse to the times when my face didn't surprise you,
Before I did the shit that earned me my term on that island,
Can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket,
Shit in a pile, never change, I'm stupid for tryin',
Still just too busy wildin'.
[Chorus – ×2:]
And I don't know who house to call home lately,
I hope my phone break, let it ring,
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old,
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po',
When I run, don't chase me.
Chef Sweaty braisin' your faculty,
Face getting' gray from the ash, but I'm laughin',
That's the trace in me, nigga,
Fuck out my face while I'm thinkin',
Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute,
My days numbered,
I'm focused heavy on makin' the most of 'em.
I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards,
It's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with,
Tryin' to see an M and some, some steadier hands,
Who you callin' your mans?
Bet you thought he was solid, when he really just sand
Washin' away with the water,
I'm a land mammal staying away from the altar,
Shit changed in the August, in the wake of that August,
Last autumn the leaves fell, and I raked in the profit.
Disobeyin' the doctor,
The good guy prescribe, faith never caught 'em,
Chasin' these rabbits, whole face in a faucet.
[Chorus – ×2:]
And I don't know who house to call home lately,
I hope my phone break, let it ring,
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old,
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po',
When I run, don't chase me.
[Verse 2:]
Solid, so the funds don't phase me,
On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists.
Hard as findin' me a, a common thread between us
Raised different, my momma, she born, bred the leader
To get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety,
Sayin' easy and doin' harder when you get caught up,
Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I'm a fluent brawler.
Rain checkin' on ya plot if ever bread should pop up
Out the toaster, I gotta focus, my family problems
Shrunk and widen with the bumps in my personal finance.
It hurt ‘cause I can't keep a date or put personal time in,
Or reverse to the times when my face didn't surprise you,
Before I did the shit that earned me my term on that island,
Can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket,
Shit in a pile, never change, I'm stupid for tryin',
Still just too busy wildin'.
[Chorus – ×2:]
And I don't know who house to call home lately,
I hope my phone break, let it ring,
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old,
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po',
When I run, don't chase me.
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