Earl Sweatshirt — CURSE

[Verse] And I just went cold turkey on my bitch It's a cold world, been servin' niggas since- No Mercy, just lurkin' by the fence Ed Murphy Raw, Persian floor, pigs in the fog Dogs comin' to search the car, that's ironic 'cause Every verse just serve the purpose of a service dog To these blind niggas, redefine what you heard before How every word got the urgency of nurses On the tele with the surgeon, had a belly full of bourbon 'Til I remembered I'm worth it, still exempt from the curses Still a couple shoulders over y'all And life's short but the totem tall I told you that the flow would circle, bring it back I get inertia, then I murk it all What's the topic of conversation? What's the protocol? I keep my toe from out the serpent's jaw Listen, I don't know who hurt you Ma What I know is livin' in the past just hurt you more And now I'm grown, I'm tryna bag 'em like the grocery store A lot of niggas poultry, I see chicken and I roast it all A nigga livin' in the moment, no remarks, just a question "Why you lookin' for some innocence you know you lost?" Engine runnin', pistons spittin' like it's motocross Should the sunset, got the city golden Plus my son said, I'm the city golden boy I've pissed and spit on my opponent Then I'm pitchin' bodies overboard And then I'm shakin' off them shackles I be in the house sometimes, I own my masters Catch me on the couch unwindin' If she throw the cat, I'll smash it out the linen Off a pack that my Uncle Al provide me Eyes on low rider, back to business man They low-fi so don't mind 'em Farm 'em for they cheese, not they co-sign And knock 'em out they motherfuckin' socks when you clothes-line 'em Not tryna change the game, don't sign him Motherfucker