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Chum
by Earl Sweatshirt

Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, 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 twelve 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 hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to cracking 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 them icicles at?

Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, 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

"Can I get that, oh let me get that beat in my headphones"

Uh time lapse, bars rot in 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
His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas done track 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 are 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

Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, 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

"Ha ha ha!"

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: THEBE KGOSITSILE, KEHINDE HASSAN, TAIWO HASSAN, CHARLES EDWARD HUGO

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Lizard_Score

the happier tyler gets, earl gets sadder

MX Elite

Who’s Tyler?

6locc 6a6y

Lol

Jonko Johnson

@Max Ganzon we need to do something, about earl and about the state of the planet

Jonko Johnson

@Lizard_Score Check the latest album during Corona time and tell me how you feel about earl being sad, do you blame him. The state of earth is terrible, we are losing rights without knowing it and he just speaks on it but gets censored because Noone wants to hear someone call out the bad

Max Ganzon

Lizard_Score THIS COMMENT AGED SO WELL

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Gonçalo René

earl my dad is a alchoolic for 6 years and my dad and my mom are divorced.This song inspire me everyday thank you i appreciate your work

Sean Sullivan

I relate to this comment so much

danny tacos

actually nvm that’s not funny I’m sorry for you dude. things will get better.

Xenø

That Dude what?

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