Luper Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

Ma said "Wake up son, good morning" 

I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn then 

Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen 

Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson 

Just as I was about to dig in 

A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit 

I paid my thoughts no attention 

Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me 

But mama wasn't havin it, so I grabbed my bag 

And split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick 

It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth 

She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe 

She's gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit the floor so 

When she left, it didn't break my heart it broke my torso 

Making my eyes ache, stalking her MySpace 

Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say, that I fucking hate you, but 

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Maybe if you looked in this direction 

I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then 

Feel the fucking life, rushing through my body 

But you got a guy, it's not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy 

Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador 

You light me up like lamps a chance is all I'm really asking for 

Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more 

Most want to tap and score, I want a fam of four 

Not like a family of four, just like. fuck it 

You'll never listen to this shit anyways, fuck you, bitch 

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She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador" 

But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple stores 

The basement light is darkened and the switchblade is sharpened 

Her name on my arm and her face on a two percent carton 

See her face while you're fixing your breakfast 

And know she's in my basement, objecting to sex with 

Me murder spree, surges on with the next bitch 

Tombstones read RIP cause it's pieces they rest in 

Ma said "Wake up son, good morning" 

I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn then 

Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen 

Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson 

Just as I was about to dig in 

A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit 

I paid my thoughts no attention 

Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me 

But mama wasn't havin it, so I grabbed my bag 

And split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick 

It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth 

She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe 

She's gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit the floor so 

When she left, it didn't break my heart it broke my torso 

Making my eyes ache, stalking her MySpace 

Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say, that I fucking hate you, but 

Maybe if you looked in this direction 

I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then 

Feel the fucking life, rushing through my body 

But you got a guy, it's not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy 

Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador 

You light me up like lamps a chance is all I'm really asking for 

Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more 

Most want to tap and score, I want a fam of four 

Not like a family of four, just like. fuck it 

You'll never listen to this shit anyways, fuck you, bitch