Earl Sweatshirt - Chum Lyrics
Somethin' sinister to itPendulum swinging slow, a degenerate movieThrough the city with criminal stealth, welcome the enemy turfHarder than immigrants work, golf is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche (psyche, psyche)It's probably been 12 years since my father left, left me fatherlessAnd I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jestWhen honestly I miss this nigga like when I was 6And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it16, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shotsThrow him that whole bottle I'll show you a role modelDrunk, pissey pissen' on somebody front lawnTryin' to figure out, how, and when the ***** I missed moderateMama often was offerin' peace offeringsThink, wheeze cough, scoff and then he's off againSearching for a big brother, Tyler was thatAnd plus he like how I rap, the blunted mice in the trapToo black for the white kids, and too white for the blacksFrom honor roll to crackin' locks up off them bicycle racksI'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrain, and I'm frightened it's evidentAnd them eyes where he hidin' all them icicles atSomethin' sinister to itPendulum swinging slow, a degenerate movieThrough the city with criminal stealth, welcome the enemy turfHarder than immigrants work, golf is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche (psyche, psyche)(Let me get that beat in my headphones. Louder.)Time lapse bars, rhyme, heart's bottomless pitThis Mobb in deep as '96, Havoc and Prodigy didWe were the potty mouth posse, crash the party and dipWith all the belongings toss them out to the audience (louder)Nothing was *****in' awesome trying to make it from the bottomThis is feelin' as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage isSupreme garment and weed gardeners, garnishing spliffsWith Keef particles, and enterin' apartment through zine articlesTolerance with boundariesI know you happy nowCravin and these complex ***** niggas they track me downJust to be the guys that did it, like, I like attentionNot the type where niggas try to get a raise at my expense, haI'm supposed to be grateful right, like, thanks so much you made my lifeHarder, and the ties between my mom and I are strainin' tightAnd even more than they were before all of this shitBack a week and I already feel like callin' it quits.Somethin' sinister to itPendulum swinging slow, a degenerate movieThrough the city with criminal stealth, welcome the enemy turfHarder than immigrants work, golf is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche (psyche)
