[Hook]
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[Hook]
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Somethin' sinister to it
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Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving
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Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf
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Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt
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Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
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Psyche... psyche...
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[Verse 1]
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It's probably been 12 years since my father left
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Left me fatherless
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And I just used to say a€œI hate hima€? in dishonest jest
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When honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six
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And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it
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Sixteen, I'm hollering with Tyler and skipped shots
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I stormed that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model
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I'm drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn
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Tryin' to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
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Momma often was offerin' peace offerings
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Think, weeze cough, scoffing and he's off again
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Searchin' for a big brother, Tyler was that
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Plus he liked how I rap, the blunt ignites with the track
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Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks
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From honor roll to to crackin' locks up off them bicycle racks
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I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained and I'm frightened it's evident
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And them eyes where he hiding all those icicles at
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Time lapse, bars riding heart's bottomless pit
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Was mobbin deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy did
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We were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
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With all belongings then toss a€?em out to the audience
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Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom this is
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Feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
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Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
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With Keith particles and entering apartments with zine article
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Tolerance through boundaries, I know you happy now
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Craven in this complex, fuck niggas who tracked me down
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Just to be the guys that did it, like I like attention
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Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
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Supposed to be grateful, right, like thanks so much you made my life
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Harder and the ties between my mom and I strained and tightened
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Even more than they were before all of this shit
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Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits
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[Hook]
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Chum
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
