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Chum Lyrics – Earl Sweatshirt

    Chum is a popular song by Earl Sweatshirt from the 2013 album Doris. Check words to Earl Sweatshirt Chum Lyrics in English below.

    Chum Lyrics – Earl Sweatshirt 

    [Chorus]
    Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
    A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, 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

    [Interlude]
    Can I get that, oh… let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

    [Verse 1]
    It’s 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 hollow, intolerant, skip shots
    I storm that whole bottle, I’ll 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 offering peace offerings
    Think, wheeze, cough, scoffing and he’s off again
    Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
    And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
    Too black for the white kids, and too white for the blacks
    From honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
    I’m indecisive, I’m scatterbrained, and I’m frightened
    It’s evident in them eyes, where he hiding all them icicles at
    [Chorus]
    Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
    A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, 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

    [Interlude]
    Can I get that, oh… let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

    [Verse 2]
    Uh… time lapse, bars rotten, heart’s bottomless pit
    Was mobbin’ deep as ’96 Havoc and Prodigy did
    We were the pottymouth 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
    His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter’s knee cartilage is
    Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
    With Keef particles and entering apartments with ‘zine article
    Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now
    Craven and these Complex fuck niggas done track 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 are 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
    [Chorus]
    Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
    A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, 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

    [Outro]
    Can I get that, oh… let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

     

    Writer(s): Earl Sweatshirt (Thebe Kgositsile)

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