Earl Sweatshirt - Home Lyrics
Self-loathing narcissistSpittin' crowbars out the back window of cars and shitAnd acting like a klonopin binge, hardeningAnd switching up the moniker of artists into arsonistsKnock-knock, it's that prodigal pen-throttle, *****Popping like the top of a bottle of hot JavaScriptRhyme harder than nine joggers withShin splints dodging an ornery rhinocerosOrder me my waffles and bother me not, bloggerThe option of being modest just walked to where my father wentPonder how we can holler then spit darkerThan Gotham at six bars in the genre then lick shotsAt imposters and miss nada, Volatile pig brawlerIs hotter than lit parliament singeing your *****ing armIn the parking lot of a Target, I'm targeted, piss-harboringHeart dark as that thick parka I slip markers inHolla if you've never been a starterSpartan kicking jocks and tossing salt at their Ed Hardy shitBurning chops, talking shit, rocking 28's on a rocket shipSo I could give a ***** about the car you in, niggaDrool and chew aluminumBlue 'Preme overalls, jump when the Goombas comeFrom where you should run, from where the shooters comeOut for cheese with a studio, it's like a gouda run, it glues to usShouts to pigeons that I flew amongstMouth deliver poop, it's spouting mucus from its stupid tongueAlpha male, got the chickens looser than his cruising trucksLosers get a Kuma Punch, I'm moving like a puma's lunch (Thanks James)And I'm.. back.. bye
