Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chum, artist - Earl Sweatshirt. Date of issue: 18.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chum |
| Something sinister to it |
| Pendulum swinging slow, a 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 |
| Sixteen, I’m hollow, intolerant, skipped shots |
| I storm that whole bottle, I’ll show you a role model |
| I’m 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 in 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 |
| And them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at |
| Something sinister to it |
| Pendulum swinging slow, a 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| Pendulum swinging slow, a 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 |