paroles de chanson 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
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