Azucar
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
Petal to the metal, lost flint, it was sugar in gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
There's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told you these the last days
It's all mine, could have split the last plate
Nigga's didn't have faith, so I stopped trying
I apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie
It's a tradition did it my way
No sense of looking at the sky
Mind-state live fizzes and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time
Oy vey, well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it
Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
I piss problems out the bottom
Empty mama said she used to see my father in me
I said I was not offended
Press can navy med, like on the bed
Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it better come prepared
Going it through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like a chair when you floating up
Hand on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the goal so where I was, lonesome as I was
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Written by: Al Vance, Don Davis, Harvey Scales, Julian Elsesser, Thebe Kgositsile
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“Azucar” has Earl discussing his depression over the past year and the ways he copes from drinking to being with friends like underground rappers MIKE and Navy Blue. Production of the track is handled by professional skateboarder and Odd Future affiliate Sage Elsesser. Azúcar is spanish for sugar. Sugar is a main ingredient of alcohol and something your body craves if you drink a lot.
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MlBrOoDjE ._.
Petal to the metal
Lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
There's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told you these the last days
It's all mine, could've split the last plate
Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie
It's a tradition did it my way
No sense of looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live fizzes and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time
Well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it
Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
I piss problems out the bottom
Empty mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, Mike on the bench
Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it better come prepared
Going through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like the chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
VinhXo2k6
Pedal to the metal
Lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
There's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told you these the last days
It's all mine, could've split the last plate
Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibi straight, you ain't gotta lie
Shook tradition, did it my way
No sense in looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live, fissures and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions and the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say to dodge Satan
Say to kill him this time, oy vey
Well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you shook a bit
Sookie, sookie niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
I piss problems out, the bottle empty
Mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, MIKE on the bench
Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it, better come prepared
Going through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like a chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
LDM
Best song on the album, shit been on repeat
ENDER
I agree
Simi Mongo
@Conejo Silencioso poor you, you don't know know music💔😭
The whole album is a masterpiece
Nx Sweat
Cold Summers and The Mint tho
BoBoPatchNosuke
VEIINNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
ألموحِّد من الشرق الأوسط
@Normward this negs
Nana Gyambibi
This song sounds like a lyrical victory lap
Whodem Clan
@Franco You'll grow up one day
Trilmonté
@Franco Oy vey.
n tawil
@Franco It grows on you