Faucet Lyrics - I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside - Earl Sweatshirt

Chef Sweaty braising your faculty 

Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing 

That's the trace of me nigga 

Fuck out my face while I'm thinking 

Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute 

My days numbered 

I'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em 

I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards 

It's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with 

Just trying to see an end and some steadier hands 

Who you callin' your mans 

Bet you thought he was solid 

When he really just sand 

Washing away with the water 

I'm a land mammal 

Staying away from the altar 

Shit changed in the August 

In the wake of that August 

Last autumn the leaves fell 

And I raked in the profit 

Disobeying the doctor 

The good guy prescribe, faith they never caught 'em 

Chasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucet 

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And I don't know who house to call home lately 

I hope my phone break, let it ring 

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old 

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po 

When I run, don't chase me 

Solid, so the funds don't phase me 

On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists 

As hard as finding me a, a common thread between us 

Raised different, my momma, she born readily 

To get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety 

Sayin' easy and doing harder when you get caught up 

Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I'm a fluid brawler 

Rain checkin' on ya product, never (im)'pressing papa 

Out the toaster, I gotta focus on my family problems 

Shrunk your [?] up with the bumps in my personal filings 

It hurt cause I can't keep a date or put personal time in 

A reverse of the times when my face didn't surprise you 

Before I did the shit that earned me my term on that island 

Can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket 

Shit in a pile, never change, I'm stupid for tryin' 

Still this nigga too busy wildin' 

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And I don't know who house to call home lately 

I hope my phone break, let it ring 

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old 

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po 

When I run, don't chase me