Chum Lyrics - Doris - Earl Sweatshirt

Something sinister to it 

Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving 

Through the city with criminal 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 

It's probably been twelve 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 

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Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots 

I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model 

Drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn 

Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate 

Momma often was offering peace offerings 

Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off again 

Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that 

Plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice with the trap 

Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks 

From honor roll to to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks 

I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained and I'm frightened it's evident 

In them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at 

Something sinister to it 

Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving 

Through the city with criminal stealth 

Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work 

Golf is stitched into my shirt 

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Get up off the pavement 

Brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche 

Time lapse, bars rot in 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 this is 

Feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is 

Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs 

With Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article 

Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now 

Craven and these Complex fuck niggas'll 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 

Supposed to be grateful, right 

Like thanks so much you made my life 

Harder and the ties between my mom and I 

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 

Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving 

Through the city with criminal 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