Earl Sweatshirt - Faucet lyrics

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Earl Sweatshirt - Faucet lyrics

Chef Sweaty braising your faculty Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing That's the trace of me n***a f** out my face while I'm thinking Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute My days numbered I'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards It's still f** you and whoever you showed up with Just trying to see an end and some steadier hands Who you callin' your mans Bet you thought he was solid When he really just sand Washing away with the water I'm a land mammal Staying away from the altar sh** changed in the August In the wake of that August Last autumn the leaves fell And I raked in the profit Disobeying the doctor The good guy prescribe, faith never caught 'em Chasing these rabbits, whole face in a faucet And I don't know who house to call home lately I hope my phone break, let it ring Toe to toe with the foes, new and old Basic hoes try to cage him like the po' When I run, don't chase me And I don't know who house to call home lately I hope my phone break, let it ring Toe to toe with the foes, new and old Basic hoes try to cage him like the po' When I run, don't chase me Solid, so the funds don't phase me On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists As hard as finding me a, a common thread between us Raised different, my momma, she born readily To get sh** poppin' like the gun's off safety Sayin' easy and doing harder when you get caught up Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I’m a fluent brawler Rain checkin’ on ya product, never (im)'pressing papa Out the toaster I gotta focus my family problems Shrunk and widen with the bumps of my personal findings It hurt cause I can’t keep a date or put personal time in Or a reverse of the times when my face didn’t surprise you Before I did the sh** that earned me my term on that island Can’t put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket sh** in a pile, never change, I’m stupid for tryin’ Still just too busy wildin’ And I don't know who house to call home lately I hope my phone break, let it ring Toe to toe with the foes, new and old Basic hoes try to cage him like the po' When I run, don't chase me And I don't know who house to call home lately I hope my phone break, let it ring Toe to toe with the foes, new and old Basic hoes try to cage him like the po' When I run, don't chase me

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