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letra de luper - earl sweatshirt



[verse 1]
ma said “wake up son, good morning”
i rolled outta bed, greeted mama with a yawn then
paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen
fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, gl-ss of oj simpson
just as i was about to dig in
a thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, sh-t
i payed my thoughts no attention
cause i wasn’t tryna kick it with this b-tch that just ended it with me
but mama wasn’t havin it, so i grabbed my bag
and split out the door and saw the wh-r- that i’d rather kick
it seems kinda brash but it’s the hash, i mean the harsh truth
she runs sh-t, she’s the jock, i’m the horseshoe
she’s gorgeous, when n-gg-s see it jaws h-t the floor so
when she left, it didn’t break my heart it broke my torso
making my eyes ache, stalking her myspace
posted a new pic, i mean it when i say, that i f-cking hate you, but

[verse 2]
maybe if you looked in this direction
i’d pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then
feel the f-cking life, rushing through my body
but you got a guy, it’s not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy
come on, let’s cut the bull like a matador
you light me up like lamps a chance is all i’m really asking for
give me one, i promise i’ll be back for more
most wanna tap and score, i want a fam of four
not like a family of four, just like.. f-ck it
you’ll never listen to this sh-t anyways, f-ck you, b-tch

[verse 3]
she said “you rushing, you rabid son of a labrador”
but i’m attracted to you like teenyboppers to apple stores
the bas-m-nt light is darkened and the switchblade is sharpened
her name on my arm and her face on a two percent carton
see her face while you’re fixing your breakfast
and know she’s in my bas-m-nt, objecting to s-x with
me murder spree, surges on with the next b-tch
tombstones read rip cause it’s pieces they rest in