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  • Текст песни Earl Sweatshirt - Luper

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    [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, glass of OJ Simpson
    Just as I was about to dig in
    A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit
    I payed my thoughts no attention
    Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch 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 whore that I'd rather kick
    It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth
    She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe
    She's gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.. fuck it
    You'll never listen to this shit anyways, fuck you, bitch

    [Verse 3]
    She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador"
    But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple stores
    The basement 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 basement, objecting to sex with
    Me murder spree, surges on with the next bitch
    Tombstones read RIP cause it's pieces they rest in

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