Lyrics Chum - Earl Sweatshirt

Something sinister to it
The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals 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

Can I get that, loud-
Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

It's probably been 12 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
16, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model
Drunk pissy pissing on somebody's front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate

Mama often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze, cough, scoffin' and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
And 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 crackin' locks up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened
It's evident in them eyes, where you hiding all them icicles at

Something sinister to it
The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals 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

Can I get that, loud-
Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

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
His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnish his spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments through 'zine articles

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
I'm 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
The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals 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

Can I get that, loud-
Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder