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Previous || Flying Lotus Featuring Earl Sweatshirt & Captain Murphy – "Between Friends"
"Too black for the white kids and too white for the black.
From honor roll to crackin locks up off them bicycle racks."
Lyrics
Somethin sinister to it.
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving.
Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf.
Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt.
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche.
Psyche. Psyche.
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving.
Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf.
Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt.
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche.
Psyche. Psyche.
Its probably been 12 years since my father left.
Left me fatherless.
And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest.
When honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six.
And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it.
Sixteen, I'm hollering with Tyler and skipped shots.
I stormed that whole bottle, Ill show you a role model.
I'm drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn.
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate.
Momma often was offerin peace offerings.
Think, weeze cough, scoffing and hes off again.
Searchin for a big brother, Tyler was that.
Plus he liked how I rap, the blunt ignites with the track.
Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks.
From honor roll to to crackin locks up off them bicycle racks.
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained and I'm frightened its evident.
And them eyes where he hiding all those icicles at.
Somethin sinister to it.
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving.
Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf.
Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt.
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche.
Psyche. Psyche.
Time lapse, bars riding hearts bottomless pit.
Was mobbin deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy did.
We were the potty mouth posse crash the party and dip.
With all belongings then toss em out to the audience.
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom this is.
Feeling as hard as Vince Carters knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With kief particles and entering apartments with zine article
Tolerance through boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven in this complex, fuck niggas who tracked me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like I like attention
Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful, right, like thanks so much you made my life
Harder and the ties between my mom and I strained and tightened
Even more than they were before all of this shit
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits
Somethin sinister to it.
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving.
Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf.
Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt.
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche.
Psyche. Psyche.
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving.
Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf.
Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt.
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche.
Psyche. Psyche.
