Letra de Tabula Rasa - Earl Sweatshirt

(Feat. Armand Hammer)

Ugh, off the strength, I'm not as numb as I thought

I'm broken links, my circle shrinking smaller

Satellite revolve, my core is a cauldron

Surrendered orbits

Cross-check what's really real and what's performance

Speak for self, but wondering who else really on it

Who's really all in?

(Hello) Trouble calling

My phone don't ping, I'm buzzed, leave me alone

Truth with a stash pocket for a lie

The document is alive, I speak life

Every border gets revised or dissolved

What defines what is charged?

Haven't made up my mind if I'm assigned to the stars

I slide when I want, I'm inside of the funk, trust

She want up when it dump, it came from the sludge

Involuntary, shook foundations in studs

Tears and snot bubbles, sob puddles

I lay in the wet spot

Listen, let's not conflate, I give what I take

It's the hunt, there is the chase

Some talk like they never got punched in the face

You can't see clearly now, don't come near me

Wails of the weary, loop max infinite

Draw me closer, damn near intimate

And I'll give you a kiss

(*Smooch*)

The flyer said "Grown and Sexy"

I came through over-proof in a plastic Pepsi bottle

Security didn't check me

Skipped coat check, they playin' the oldies

I'ma go 'head and get sweaty

Plus saved a ten-piece

It's hell up in Harlem, so meet me 'cross 110th Street

If the tree's a bargain, bars—that don't really tempt me

I'm from where every car foreign

And we drive 'em on empty (Zimbabwe)

Bury me in a borrowed suit

Give my babies my rhyme books, but tell 'em, "Do you"

Give my enemies the good news: Time flew

We was probably brothers back then like T-R-U

No jerseys, no durags, hard-bottom shoes

Niggas tired of the foolishness

No disrespect, it's a lotta mids in the room

My pack loud, cut right through

Kofi Annan in the booth, Soyinka in the stu'

Sese Seko Mobutu if the DJ play something smooth (Slide on 'em)

It's a move, I don't dance, but maybe tonight, maybe tonight

I don't know her and I don't even mind if it is the strobe light

Live for the living

I made chicken late night in my boxers, burning up the kitchen

She passed out right when I was done fixing

I watch reruns in the dark, fingers and lips glistening

Ooh, get 'em, I'm so damn proud of myself

I did this for you, G, alright?

Been to there and back, tall tales tossed to the breeze

We keep facts in the midnight wax, family tree sap

Light leak through the leaves on familiar tracks

I know it's real even when I'm feeling bad

Resilient as they built the black

She shimmy into the—yeah, that's consent gettin' established

You only trash if you trash, I keep it simple and dynamic

Trust the passage rites to life's chapters

I have to write to find balance

This game of telephone massive

I do what I have to with the fragments

The madness method rampant these days, I let the panic pass me

Featherweight, my heart was straight despite baggage

Asymptomatic, but I get sick of the delays—faster, faster

Practicing practice in what I preach, keep pace

The calcium on my teeth fade

Streets are blazed with the anger complacency and deceit create

Ice sheet break, I couldn't weave weight

All I could say to the times that I couldn't freeze-frame, bleak fate

You got so much to bleed to clean-slate (I've got so much of my—)

The bag of tricks in my sleeve breaks

Southpaw under the North Star, forcing all the league changes

(I've got so) Don't sleep late

I, I've got so much

I, I've got so much

I, I've got so much

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