歌曲 | AM // Radio |
歌手 | Earl Sweatshirt |
歌手 | Wiki |
专辑 | I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.300][Part 1: AM] | |
[00:12.680] | Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib |
[00:15.810] | Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss |
[00:18.920] | Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this |
[00:22.060] | Cats always tryna' pick up the fist—"Duff this dude out" |
[00:25.970] | Rappers stoop just to get to your crib |
[00:28.270] | Now it's like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced |
[00:32.710] | Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt |
[00:35.010] | Back when I’d slack off, rock my slacks of my ass half-off |
[00:39.610] | Every time I rap I blast-off |
[00:41.280] | Back when I catch court I always had sports |
[00:44.470] | Dippin' on cops in my track shorts |
[00:47.890] | So tell my mom I had to make it right |
[00:50.420] | I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie at night |
[00:54.890] | And tell my pops I gotta take advice |
[00:56.850] | Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics |
[01:00.450] | See me, I’m the contusion type |
[01:03.590] | A cat to smack the mic |
[01:04.870] | Against my f**kin' head when I'm losing hype |
[01:06.910] | RATKING, never losing hype, no |
[01:11.500] | It's RATKING and I do it right, no |
[01:14.850] | RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, woah |
[01:17.510] | |
[01:17.770] | B*tch, I skated before I rapped |
[01:19.420] | If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy |
[01:22.580] | That someone could Noila Clap 'em, probably cold and passive |
[01:26.290] | Cause pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it |
[01:29.270] | And when I'm cornered, it's action, I was kinda out the game |
[01:32.510] | Momma put the quarter right back in the slot |
[01:34.520] | In '09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block |
[01:38.360] | B*tch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it |
[01:41.550] | And nowadays I'm on the hunt for mirrors to box with |
[01:44.840] | And some pretty b*tches that ain't trip if it's a hit and run |
[01:48.700] | I got the gold cause I don't do the crying, bro |
[01:51.500] | She Mario, I'm tryna keep the whining to a minimum |
[01:54.890] | Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum |
[01:57.740] | Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers |
[02:01.060] | And my shirt like they was chicken crumbs |
[02:03.360] | The room spinnin', finna yak if I don't hit the blunt |
[02:06.390] | Got the chin waggin', slim chances of me getting up |
[02:09.390] | After this, mind in the trash next to where my f**kin' passion went |
[02:14.200] | Dodge fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling |
[02:18.610] | Six hours or more, brick out on the tour |
[02:19.710] | Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit |
[02:23.240] | Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses |
[02:27.630] |
[00:00.300][Part 1: AM] | |
[00:12.680] | Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib |
[00:15.810] | Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss |
[00:18.920] | Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this |
[00:22.060] | Cats always tryna' pick up the fist" Duff this dude out" |
[00:25.970] | Rappers stoop just to get to your crib |
[00:28.270] | Now it' s like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced |
[00:32.710] | Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt |
[00:35.010] | Back when I' d slack off, rock my slacks of my ass halfoff |
[00:39.610] | Every time I rap I blastoff |
[00:41.280] | Back when I catch court I always had sports |
[00:44.470] | Dippin' on cops in my track shorts |
[00:47.890] | So tell my mom I had to make it right |
[00:50.420] | I lie every night about the limelight so I could lie at night |
[00:54.890] | And tell my pops I gotta take advice |
[00:56.850] | Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics |
[01:00.450] | See me, I' m the contusion type |
[01:03.590] | A cat to smack the mic |
[01:04.870] | Against my f kin' head when I' m losing hype |
[01:06.910] | RATKING, never losing hype, no |
[01:11.500] | It' s RATKING and I do it right, no |
[01:14.850] | RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, woah |
[01:17.510] | |
[01:17.770] | B tch, I skated before I rapped |
[01:19.420] | If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy |
[01:22.580] | That someone could Noila Clap ' em, probably cold and passive |
[01:26.290] | Cause pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it |
[01:29.270] | And when I' m cornered, it' s action, I was kinda out the game |
[01:32.510] | Momma put the quarter right back in the slot |
[01:34.520] | In ' 09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block |
[01:38.360] | B tch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it |
[01:41.550] | And nowadays I' m on the hunt for mirrors to box with |
[01:44.840] | And some pretty b tches that ain' t trip if it' s a hit and run |
[01:48.700] | I got the gold cause I don' t do the crying, bro |
[01:51.500] | She Mario, I' m tryna keep the whining to a minimum |
[01:54.890] | Piggies come, bet I' m splittin' quicker than I finish rum |
[01:57.740] | Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers |
[02:01.060] | And my shirt like they was chicken crumbs |
[02:03.360] | The room spinnin', finna yak if I don' t hit the blunt |
[02:06.390] | Got the chin waggin', slim chances of me getting up |
[02:09.390] | After this, mind in the trash next to where my f kin' passion went |
[02:14.200] | Dodge fanatics, halfaXanax when I' m traveling |
[02:18.610] | Six hours or more, brick out on the tour |
[02:19.710] | Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit |
[02:23.240] | Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses |
[02:27.630] |
[00:00.300][Part 1: AM] | |
[00:12.680] | Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib |
[00:15.810] | Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss |
[00:18.920] | Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this |
[00:22.060] | Cats always tryna' pick up the fist" Duff this dude out" |
[00:25.970] | Rappers stoop just to get to your crib |
[00:28.270] | Now it' s like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced |
[00:32.710] | Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt |
[00:35.010] | Back when I' d slack off, rock my slacks of my ass halfoff |
[00:39.610] | Every time I rap I blastoff |
[00:41.280] | Back when I catch court I always had sports |
[00:44.470] | Dippin' on cops in my track shorts |
[00:47.890] | So tell my mom I had to make it right |
[00:50.420] | I lie every night about the limelight so I could lie at night |
[00:54.890] | And tell my pops I gotta take advice |
[00:56.850] | Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics |
[01:00.450] | See me, I' m the contusion type |
[01:03.590] | A cat to smack the mic |
[01:04.870] | Against my f kin' head when I' m losing hype |
[01:06.910] | RATKING, never losing hype, no |
[01:11.500] | It' s RATKING and I do it right, no |
[01:14.850] | RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, woah |
[01:17.510] | |
[01:17.770] | B tch, I skated before I rapped |
[01:19.420] | If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy |
[01:22.580] | That someone could Noila Clap ' em, probably cold and passive |
[01:26.290] | Cause pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it |
[01:29.270] | And when I' m cornered, it' s action, I was kinda out the game |
[01:32.510] | Momma put the quarter right back in the slot |
[01:34.520] | In ' 09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block |
[01:38.360] | B tch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it |
[01:41.550] | And nowadays I' m on the hunt for mirrors to box with |
[01:44.840] | And some pretty b tches that ain' t trip if it' s a hit and run |
[01:48.700] | I got the gold cause I don' t do the crying, bro |
[01:51.500] | She Mario, I' m tryna keep the whining to a minimum |
[01:54.890] | Piggies come, bet I' m splittin' quicker than I finish rum |
[01:57.740] | Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers |
[02:01.060] | And my shirt like they was chicken crumbs |
[02:03.360] | The room spinnin', finna yak if I don' t hit the blunt |
[02:06.390] | Got the chin waggin', slim chances of me getting up |
[02:09.390] | After this, mind in the trash next to where my f kin' passion went |
[02:14.200] | Dodge fanatics, halfaXanax when I' m traveling |
[02:18.610] | Six hours or more, brick out on the tour |
[02:19.710] | Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit |
[02:23.240] | Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses |
[02:27.630] |