Faucet

Instrumental: Faucet - Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics: Been Thinkin Mo'- Paper Might-Pay-For My Pro’,- blems But Pe-ople keep sayin- mo’ money mo’ Tro’,- uble… Want-No-Part-of-that- Noo’n- Sense, Be a part of a Conquest, Con-se-quence, Comin’, Kar-ma Gettin’ Close So… Pa’rdon-Me-Sir There’s a part, of me, Swerve, Cayn’t, help but Ob-serve ’S all takin’ a turn, Breakin at seams… Not See’ing the Cell, so I’m Blamin’ my-self… May-be the Re’al… Sa’tan is Mi’rrors Break-in’ em’ still, Makin’ em feel’, Strong, Tal-kin’ to a… Mi-rage, Ge’t Lo’st… Hun-Gry… Wish I had some Mo-ney Bish You think this Fu-nny? Livin’-on-Smoke n’ Honey? What Li-ttle we Get we Blowin’ No Mi-ddle I’ll end up O-ver, The Railin’, the Rain is Pourin’ No Major-a-Major Fai’lu’re, From here to the Bart to ‘Bados I’m here to de’part a Player Don’t Ca’re wha’t-the-Fuck-I’m Wearin’,…A-ppere’-ly, Hngh? Paired with—a-pair-of-jeans, notice My socks suck, mis-matched like Two Di-fferent, Each Bitten, Kit-Kats Mis-matched like 6’7, v 7’6, Tacko ‘bout Hella tall, the Heavens A’bove the Rim, Mis-matched like one red-head left, (lights match) Struck up, stuck up, no luck, no light, Fuck. A Pair-of-Matches Tinder me’, but I ne’ed, fire. Like Mix-Tapes on Street-Ways from Hear-Say of Weird Gangs, clear eyes, full hearts I… Still choose booze, don’t need you I’ll See,- duce My, self, Monkey-do What he-See, seen see-saw’d Health Sea’s all left, guess the bee’s were right. Gla-ciers melt like Drinks on ice, Think less Nice, I think more Tight, Blink my E’yes Ayyyy, ain’t this nice. E’scaped like a The-ist mouse, from a Sci-ence Ma’ze I’m Neo Proud, of-my Zi’- on place, Not Neo-Pride, Take Prii’de as Hate, Don’t pry no Eyes, We’re all A’- Wake, Don’t know a-bout you, but I don’t know-a Bad babe, Just ones in bad Homes, Co’old He’arts ca’an’t lo’ove, they say what They Lea’rned, I’m sayi’ng I’m hu’rt, but e’- very’- one Was, Let’s end all this hu’rt And Drop down Our A’arms, Shoulders are So’ore, from holding them up, Cold like a So’re Been actin’ Ugly as Fuck. Pigeons don’t Soar, cuz, trash on the Floor, still E-di-ble, Share With the folks, with hands out Be-Cause, They look a Lot like yours. Just raw from Tours Fight and Serve, Take your pills, sleep on boards, keep your guns, I’ll use my words. Like Taught in School, not Taught to you, cause Cotton Glu’ed, your tongue in two.