Song | Hoarse |
Artist | Earl Sweatshirt |
Album | Doris |
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[00:01.76] | Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whip |
[00:31.21] | Home-making paintings for poor quality porn flicks |
[00:34.52] | Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy |
[00:37.63] | Sack swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge |
[00:41.38] | Good lord, walk light like the floor slick |
[00:44.94] | Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip |
[00:48.19] | Pro-abortion endorsing his own importance |
[00:51.31] | Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty porcelain |
[00:53.30] | Pinnacle of titillating crisp spit |
[00:58.29] | Fist clinched emulating '68 Olympics |
[01:01.98] | Rock it from the cradle 'til he middle aged and limp-sticked |
[01:04.30] | Coughing from the stable probably indicating spliff's lit |
[01:08.70] | Dismissed, feel it in that saturated cranium |
[01:12.00] | Heavy as insurance off a spanking new laser gun |
[01:15.47] | Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds |
[01:19.25] | Crowd going dumb like Palin's son |
[01:20.36][Hook: Frank Ocean] | |
[01:21.99] | And it always follows Autumn |
[01:26.87] | No home for the weak |
[01:31.87] | No insurance for your pride |
[01:35.73] | Jive, ***** |
[01:40.92] | And it always follows Autumn |
[01:45.94][Verse 2] | |
[01:46.69] | I sit in thought 'til the flow is right |
[01:53.61] | Then throw some D on all available open mics |
[01:57.23] | Smoke it right proposing these *****s over wipe |
[02:00.43] | More because I normally toilet bowl with a broken pipe |
[02:03.48] | *****t, the former soloist who flow was sick |
[02:07.23] | The token sober kid stressed so the role was switched |
[02:09.35] | Now Four Lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff |
[02:14.08] | Look who’s as useless as a broken wrist when tryna open *****t |
[02:17.20] | ***** cold is what you need to keep the poultry in |
[02:20.70] | Resulting in me rolling slick as bottom of the bowling kicks |
[02:22.84] | Early man, you posers know me as the troll throwing moldy |
[02:26.34] | Donut holes at your grody ho from his cronies' whip |
[02:31.33] | Eating like the kids when you take ‘em off Ritalin |
[02:34.39] | Throwing temper tantrums at the window of your whip again |
[02:37.71] | Sweeping up the glass to use it as a garnish over |
[02:41.58] | Tracks damaged like the leg he limping to the barn with |
[02:44.84] | Chicken*****ts |
[02:46.15] | Temper 'bout as thick as tips of pencils is, missiles to the picket fence |
[02:51.45] | Who spit as good fingerlickin’ ***** |
[02:54.39] | Bet it's 36 fish netted like the hook was inefficient |
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[00:00.00] | |
[00:01.76] | Gorgeous chromeplated horse whip |
[00:31.21] | Homemaking paintings for poor quality porn flicks |
[00:34.52] | Court adjourned and the verdict' s still saucy |
[00:37.63] | Sack swinging like DubD40 on a door hinge |
[00:41.38] | Good lord, walk light like the floor slick |
[00:44.94] | Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip |
[00:48.19] | Proabortion endorsing his own importance |
[00:51.31] | Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty porcelain |
[00:53.30] | Pinnacle of titillating crisp spit |
[00:58.29] | Fist clinched emulating ' 68 Olympics |
[01:01.98] | Rock it from the cradle ' til he middle aged and limpsticked |
[01:04.30] | Coughing from the stable probably indicating spliff' s lit |
[01:08.70] | Dismissed, feel it in that saturated cranium |
[01:12.00] | Heavy as insurance off a spanking new laser gun |
[01:15.47] | Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds |
[01:19.25] | Crowd going dumb like Palin' s son |
[01:20.36][Hook: Frank Ocean] | |
[01:21.99] | And it always follows Autumn |
[01:26.87] | No home for the weak |
[01:31.87] | No insurance for your pride |
[01:35.73] | Jive, |
[01:40.92] | And it always follows Autumn |
[01:45.94][Verse 2] | |
[01:46.69] | I sit in thought ' til the flow is right |
[01:53.61] | Then throw some D on all available open mics |
[01:57.23] | Smoke it right proposing these s over wipe |
[02:00.43] | More because I normally toilet bowl with a broken pipe |
[02:03.48] | t, the former soloist who flow was sick |
[02:07.23] | The token sober kid stressed so the role was switched |
[02:09.35] | Now Four Lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff |
[02:14.08] | Look who' s as useless as a broken wrist when tryna open t |
[02:17.20] | cold is what you need to keep the poultry in |
[02:20.70] | Resulting in me rolling slick as bottom of the bowling kicks |
[02:22.84] | Early man, you posers know me as the troll throwing moldy |
[02:26.34] | Donut holes at your grody ho from his cronies' whip |
[02:31.33] | Eating like the kids when you take ' em off Ritalin |
[02:34.39] | Throwing temper tantrums at the window of your whip again |
[02:37.71] | Sweeping up the glass to use it as a garnish over |
[02:41.58] | Tracks damaged like the leg he limping to the barn with |
[02:44.84] | Chicken ts |
[02:46.15] | Temper ' bout as thick as tips of pencils is, missiles to the picket fence |
[02:51.45] | Who spit as good fingerlickin' |
[02:54.39] | Bet it' s 36 fish netted like the hook was inefficient |