Lyrics Tabula Rasa (feat. Armand Hammer) - Earl Sweatshirt , Armand Hammer
Uh,
off
the
strength
I'm
not
as
numb
as
I
thought
I'm
broken
links,
my
circle
shrinking
smaller
Satellite
revolve,
my
core
is
a
cauldron
Surrendered
orbits
Cross-check
what's
really
real
and
what's
performance
Speak
for
self
but
wondering
who
else
really
on
it
Who's
really
all
in?
(Hello)
Trouble
calling
My
phone
don't
ping,
I'm
buzzed,
leave
me
alone
Truth
with
a
stashed
pocket
for
a
lie
The
document
is
alive,
I
speak
life
Every
border
gets
revised
if
dissolved
With
the
fines
what
it's
charged
Haven't
made
up
my
mind
if
I'm
assigned
to
the
stars
I
slide
when
I
walk
I'm
inside
of
the
funk,
trust
She
want
up
when
it
dump,
it
came
from
the
sludge
Involuntary,
shooting
foundations
in
studs
Tears
and
snot
bubbles,
sob
puddles
I
lay
in
the
west
spot,
listen
Let's
not
conflate,
I
give
what
I
take
It's
the
hunt,
there
is
the
chase
Some
talk
like
they
never
got
punched
in
the
face
You
can't
see
clearly
now,
don't
come
near
me
Wails
of
the
weary,
loop
max
infinite
Draw
me
closer,
damn
near
intimate
And
I'll
give
you
a
kiss
The
flyest
and
grown
and
sexy
I
came
through
over
proofing
the
plastic
Pepsi
bottle,
security
didn't
check
me
Skipped
coat
check,
they
playin'
the
oldies
I'ma
go
'head
and
get
sweaty
Plus
saved
the
ten-piece
It's
hell
up
in
Harlem
so
meet
me
'cross
100
and
10th
street
If
the
tree's
a
bargain,
bars
that
don't
really
tempt
me
I'm
from
where
every
car
foreign
and
we
drive
'em
on
empty
(Zimbabwe)
Bury
me
in
a
borrowed
suit
Give
my
babies
my
rhyme
books
but
tell
'em
"Do
you"
Give
my
enemies
the
good
news,
time
flew
We
was
probably
brothers
back
then
like
TRU
No
jerseys,
no
durags,
hard-bottom
shoes
Niggas
tired
of
the
foolishness
No
disrespect,
it's
a
lotta
mids
in
the
room
My
pack
loud,
cut
right
through
Kofi
Annan
in
the
booth
so
you
ain't
get
in
the
stu'
Sese
Seko
Mobutu
if
the
DJ
play
something
smooth
(slide
on
'em)
It's
a
move,
I
don't
dance
but
maybe
tonight
Maybe
tonight
I
don't
know
her,
and
I
don't
even
mind
if
it
is
the
strobe
light
Live
for
the
living
I
made
chicken
late
night
in
my
boxers
burning
up
the
kitchen
She
passed
out
right
when
I
was
done
fixing
I
watch
reruns
in
the
dark;
fingers
and
lips
glistening
Ooh,
get
'em
I'm
so
damn
proud
of
myself
I
did
this
for
you,
G,
alright?
Been
to
there
and
back,
tall
tales
tossed
to
the
breeze
We
keep
facts
in
the
midnight
wax,
family
tree
sap
Lightly
through
the
leaves
on
familiar
tracks
I
know
it's
real
even
when
I'm
feeling
bad
Resilient
as
they
build
to
black
She
shimmy
into
the,
yeah,
that's
consent
gettin'
established
You
only
trash
if
you
trash,
I
keep
it
simple
and
dynamic
Trust
the
passage
rites
to
life's
chapters
I
have
to
write
to
find
balance
This
game
of
telephone
massive,
I
do
what
I
have
to
with
the
fragments
The
madness
method
rampant
these
days,
I
let
the
panic
pass
me
Featherweight,
my
heart
was
straight
despite
baggage
Asymptomatic
but
I
get
sicker,
the
delays
faster,
faster
Practicing
practice
in
what
I
preach,
keep
pace
The
calcium
on
my
teeth
fade
The
streets
are
blazed
with
the
anger,
complacency
and
deceit
create
Ice
sheet
break,
I
couldn't
weak,
wait
All
I
could
say
to
the
times
I
couldn't
freeze
frame,
bleak
fate
You
got
so
much
to
bleed
to
clean
slate
(I've
got
so
much)
The
bag
of
tricks
in
my
sleeve
breaks
Southpaw
under
the
North
Star,
forcing
all
the
league
changes
(I've
got
so-)
Don't
sleep
baby
(I've
got
so
much,
I've-)
(I've
got
so
much,
I've-)
(I've
got
so
much)
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