Home Lyrics - Singles - Earl Sweatshirt

Self-loathing narcissist 

Spittin' crowbars out the back window of cars and shit 

And acting like a klonopin binge-hardening 

And switching up the moniker of artists into arsonists 

Knock-knock, it's that prodigal pen-throttle, bitch 

Popping like the top of a bottle of hot JavaScript 

Rhyme harder than nine joggers with 

Shin splints dodging an ornery rhinoceros 

Order me my waffles and bother me not, blogger 

The option of being modest just walked to where my father went 

Ponder how we can holler then spit darker 

Than Gotham at six bars in the genre then lick shots 

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At imposters and miss nada, Volatile pig brawler 

Is hotter than lit parliament, send in your fucking army 

In the parking lot of a Target, I'm targeted, piss-harboring 

Heart dark as that thick parka I slip markers in 

Holla if you've never been a starter 

Spartan kicking jocks and tossing salt at their Ed Hardy shit 

Burning chops, talking shit, rocking 28's on a rocket ship 

So I could give a fuck about the car you in, nigga 

Drooling chew aluminum 

Blue 'Preme overalls, jump when them blues come 

Some of you should run from where the shooter's come 

Out for cheese with a studio, it's like a gudda run, it glues to us 

Photos 

Shouts to pigeons that I flew amongst 

Mouth deliver poop, it's spouting mucus from its stupid tongue 

Alpha male, got the chicken losing in his cruising trunks 

Losers get a Kuma Punch, I'm moving like a puma's lunch 

And I'm back.. bye