Molasses (Explicit)
Earl Sweatshirt"Molasses (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Earl Sweatshirt, 2013, Pop. Der Song dauert 1:49, 34 lines / 318 words.
Songtext
0:00Search inside my purse to buy something worthless
0:0299 problems all gone in that one joint
0:04And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
0:07I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
0:11With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
0:14Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera
0:17And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run
0:20The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
0:23Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum out
0:26Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
0:29I'm a manger born puppy holding flight like a hangar do
0:33Knife to the trachea spit, scabies and bet
0:34The label don't like me but they pay me a grip
0:38And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
0:41Ya niggas busy play doughing, bet the baker came swinging like
0:44What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss
0:47I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga
0:51I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
0:57We could do this shit all night
1:02I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
1:06You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly
1:12I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks
1:15Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly
1:18What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?
1:20I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush
1:22Screaming "Saddle up!" like fuck is beef? Get your cattle cut, pansy
1:26If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?
1:29The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor
1:32Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us
1:37Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor
1:38I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us
1:42And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with
1:45Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
1:49Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
Search inside my purse to buy something worthless 99 problems all gone in that one joint And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum out Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger I'm a manger born puppy holding flight like a hangar do Knife to the trachea spit, scabies and bet The label don't like me but they pay me a grip And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists Ya niggas busy play doughing, bet the baker came swinging like What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch We could do this shit all night I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up? I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush Screaming "Saddle up!" like fuck is beef? Get your cattle cut, pansy If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up? The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with Stretching out the fifteen I had initially Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
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