Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home, artist - Earl Sweatshirt. Album song Earl, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: Classic Hits
Song language: English
Home |
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 |
At imposters and miss nada, volatile pig brawler |
Is hotter than lit parliament singeing your fucking arm |
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 |
Drool and chew aluminum |
Blue 'Preme overalls, jump when the Goombas come |
From where you should run, from where the shooters come |
Out for cheese with a studio, it’s like a gouda run, it glues to us |
Shouts to pigeons that I flew amongst |
Mouth deliver poop, it’s spouting mucus from its stupid tongue |
Alpha male, got the chickens looser than his cruising trucks |
Losers get a Kuma Punch, keep it moving like a puma’s lunch (Thanks James) |
And I’m… back |
Bye |