Earl Sweatshirt — Untitled

Wolf gang set off the car alarms Ive been the same as I was before I had gone And this prolonged, chronic rapping son who belonged To a father who left, told mom to keep an eye on Yeah, sent away quick, to become a mute swan Whos really there, when you need someone to hang on Niggas who were friends, slip em' a gallon of exxon To flush em' out, and slowly, fuck islands, theyre lonely Referenced, im in the book, the one and only Breaking out fights like a canadian playing goalie Fuck religion my nigga, im the only one holy My futures even, keepin it lowly Gawking the spat through your tooth gap I dont need a crew, lets just keep it at that Im that scab to pick at, flying solo, European brown bat Caught up in a group of domestic cats Strike on up at bat, you stick to me like gnats Living in a home wit' welcome back on my place mat