Molasses Lyrics - Doris - Earl Sweatshirt

Search inside my purse to buy something worthless 

99 problems all gone in that one joint 

And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint 

I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster 

With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda 

Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera 

And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run 

The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out 

Toe tag, don't gag, fag, spit your gum out 

Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger 

I'm a major born puppy holding flight like a hangar do 

Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet 

The label don't like me but they pay me a grip 

And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists 

My niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like 

What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss 

Hey, I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga 

We could do this shit all night 

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch 

We could do this shit all night 

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch 

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You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly 

I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks 

Pack loud as that slap across the belly 

What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up? 

I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming "Saddle up!" 

Like fuck his beef, get your cattle cut, pansy 

If the fans only local, why the flights trans-Atlantied? 

I'm the rice to the paddies, good nights for the chancellor 

The teeth with the gold bright, the light switch's mad at us 

Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor 

High and polite because po-lice is in back of us 

And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with 

Stretching out the fifteen I had initially 

Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep 

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