Chum de Earl Sweatshirt

Somethin’ sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, 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 12 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 hollering with Tyler and skipped shots
I stormed that whole bottle, I’ll show you a role model
I’m drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn
Tryin’ to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offerin’ peace offerings
Think, weeze cough, scoffing and he’s off again
Searchin’ for a big brother, Tyler was that
Plus he liked how I rap, the blunt ignites with the track
Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to to crackin’ 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 those icicles at

Somethin’ sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, 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 riding heart’s bottomless pit
Was mobbin deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth 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 Keith particles and entering apartments with zine article
Tolerance through boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven in this complex, fuck niggas who tracked 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 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

Somethin’ sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, 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...