Biography:
Earl Sweatshirt, Thebe (born February 24, 1994) is an American rapper member of the Los Angeles hip hop collective OFWGKTA. He released his debut solo album, EARL, as a free digital download on the OFWGKTA website at sixteen years-old, with the help of founding OFWGKTA member Tyler, the Creator. His debut studio album, Doris, was released in 2013 to widespread critical acclaim. He followed this release up with his second album, I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt, in 2015, to an equal amount of acclaim.
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*Whole song alternates between G#m and F#*
[Intro: RZA]
Search inside my purse to buy something worthless
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
G#m
99 problems all gone in that one joint
F#
And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
G#m
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
F#
With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
G#m
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera
F#
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run
G#m
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
F#
Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum out
G#m
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
F#
I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do
G#m
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet
F#
The label don't like me but they pay me a grip
G#m
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
F#
Ya niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like
G#m
What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss
F#
I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga
[Hook: RZA]
G#m
F#
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
G#m
F#
We could do this shit all night
G#m
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
F#
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
G#m
You know me, drugs out, front the telly
F#
I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks
G#m
Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly
F#
What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?
G#m
I'm at the deli, scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush
F#
Screaming "Saddle up!," like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy
G#m
If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?
F#
The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor
G#m
Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us
F#
Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor
G#m
I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us
F#
And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with
G#m
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
F#
Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
[Earl Sweatshirt/RZA]
G#m
We could do this shit all night
[Hook]
[Intro: RZA]
Search inside my purse to buy something worthless
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
G#m
99 problems all gone in that one joint
F#
And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
G#m
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
F#
With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
G#m
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera
F#
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run
G#m
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
F#
Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum out
G#m
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
F#
I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do
G#m
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet
F#
The label don't like me but they pay me a grip
G#m
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
F#
Ya niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like
G#m
What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss
F#
I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga
[Hook: RZA]
G#m
F#
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
G#m
F#
We could do this shit all night
G#m
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
F#
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
G#m
You know me, drugs out, front the telly
F#
I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks
G#m
Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly
F#
What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?
G#m
I'm at the deli, scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush
F#
Screaming "Saddle up!," like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy
G#m
If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?
F#
The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor
G#m
Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us
F#
Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor
G#m
I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us
F#
And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with
G#m
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
F#
Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
[Earl Sweatshirt/RZA]
G#m
We could do this shit all night
[Hook]
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