Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Molasses , by - Earl Sweatshirt. Release date: 18.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Molasses |
| 99 problems all gone in that one joint |
| And that neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint |
| I’m a bubble in the belly of the monster |
| With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda |
| Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera |
| And I’m standing on the cop’s truck, stacking for the long run |
| The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out |
| Toe-tagged, don’t gag, spit your gum out |
| Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it’s danger |
| I’m a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do |
| Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet |
| The label don’t like me, but they pay me a grip |
| And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists |
| Y’all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like |
| What the fuck you saying? |
| All that aiming and miss |
| Ayy, I’ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga |
| I’ll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch |
| We could do this shit all night |
| I’ll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch |
| You know me, drugs out, front the telly |
| I’m couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks |
| Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly |
| What’s up? |
| Fuck nigga, what’s up? |
| I’m at the deli |
| Scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush, screaming, «Saddle up!» |
| Like, «Fuck is beef?» |
| Get your cattle cut, pansy |
| If them fans only local, why them flights transatlanti’ed up? |
| The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor |
| Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us |
| Snapchatting panty-clad baddies, I’m a bachelor |
| I’m high and polite 'cause po-lice is in back of us |
| And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with |
| Stretching out the fifteen I had initially |
| Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep |
| We could do this shit all night |
| I’ll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch |
| We could do this shit all night |
| I’ll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch |