Earl Sweatshirt — Earl Sweatshirt Unreleased - Chamber

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt] The Wrong Tundras [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] The boy been gone a few summers Too long for road running Trunk full of old hundreds Of course my old level was foggy Grope rubbin Don't, tell me they don't hunt us for sport I chose substances No cuddles the bases is all covered Niggas come in the door and smoke something Choke up on a slugger for home run ins Nigga its all chest thumpers Hair [?] We press up on it boy no more bluffin Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers Some of those keep one in the chamber Three spliffs had my weak tips clipped I was stuck in a hanger nigga Muffle my pen and muzzle my brain up Really i'm just making sure my promises kept Chuck a deuce if you know its the end Kept the truth and my palm in my chest See a dude keep a noose hanging off of my neck [Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt] We got the juice niggas corny as shit We on the loose niggas know what it is We making moves, you niggas corny as shit We got the juice niggas know what it is (yeah) [Outro] Days like these we know there is no hope, or at... Days like these we know there is no hope, or at least none that we can trust, all the old ways are dead or dying, and this is as it should be