Released: March 23, 2019
Songwriter: Earl Sweatshirt
[Intro]
Give it up, nigga
[Verse]
Somebody tooted in the student commons
The bell rang and he went home and argued in the comments
I watched the Doppler move, I watched a child get introduced to violence
I beat you to the point, my noose was golden
True and living, lonesome, pugilistic moments
Riveting, come get to know me at my innermost
My family been this anguished, now I need atonement
I set the goal and half my wings was broken
I spread the other for my brodie OD
Tiptoeing, too much love I sense to show in a rut
We getting over, send it up
Living in the moment you've been corrupt
Have some gin and rum
Since a jit, I figured what's the use of giving up
I can't give enough
Shit, I got gin in my sippy cup, feeling cuts
Reviledly I'm refilling the pump
No concealing the enemy up in arms, bearing snubs
They just went to see the cub
My memory really leaking blood
It's congealing, stuck pieces in psalms one
Peaking in the dust, weavin'
I remember woods
I remember Indle when he wasn't remembering much
I remember love healin' my ruptures
Feelin' way too rush, grew up quick
Trip around the sun, this my 25th
Give it up, gin and rum
We wasn't supposed to be alive, no funny shit
Now look at us
Give it up, nigga
[Verse]
Somebody tooted in the student commons
The bell rang and he went home and argued in the comments
I watched the Doppler move, I watched a child get introduced to violence
I beat you to the point, my noose was golden
True and living, lonesome, pugilistic moments
Riveting, come get to know me at my innermost
My family been this anguished, now I need atonement
I set the goal and half my wings was broken
I spread the other for my brodie OD
Tiptoeing, too much love I sense to show in a rut
We getting over, send it up
Living in the moment you've been corrupt
Have some gin and rum
Since a jit, I figured what's the use of giving up
I can't give enough
Shit, I got gin in my sippy cup, feeling cuts
Reviledly I'm refilling the pump
No concealing the enemy up in arms, bearing snubs
They just went to see the cub
My memory really leaking blood
It's congealing, stuck pieces in psalms one
Peaking in the dust, weavin'
I remember woods
I remember Indle when he wasn't remembering much
I remember love healin' my ruptures
Feelin' way too rush, grew up quick
Trip around the sun, this my 25th
Give it up, gin and rum
We wasn't supposed to be alive, no funny shit
Now look at us