Airospace – Earl Sweatshirt

Airospace – Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics

Artist: Airospace
Song: Earl Sweatshirt

I’m your bomb, baby, ready to explode
I need you to get me off
Be your slave, do anything I’m told
I’m a

Yo, I swear to God I am like the most depressing rapper ever
Like, it’s always b*t*hes, du- wait
My vernacular is quite spectacular
In fact, I’m damn dampened in dust

The last valor is us, Sam outers the cuff
The bees winks and busts, my three sh*ts a f**k
I couldn’t stand for what’s up
So I took tragic and less bom da bom dang da diggy

Sh*t, are you with me?
Andy Milonakis, my eight inches of c*ck, this is
Ready to explode on [?] after I resurrect him
Intravenously to say I was parasitic, my thoughts which

Black, Rebecca wants to get down on Friday
Thirteen ghosts, thirteen hosts
Chrome-shelled radios breaking kenshin blade
Harakiri batosai

I swayed on the Stacies when I step on stage
When I knock Carlos K [?]
Get it, snatch the braids, I’m so broke, I’m paid
This ain’t the trick of the trade

It’s the tools from Liverpool while I’m curvin’ a fade
Balls in her mouth when I drop the hook, line, and sinker
Motherf**kers must’ve mistook my mystique [?]
Tongue in cheek, your white girl’s a freak

My, um, girl’s a beat
That calls me a wh#re and nothing more then I’m left to defeat
I’m a doggy treat, when you jump, I speak
This full retard has you bumping futuristic bliss

So don’t you dare talk back to God before I bust your sh*t
Doing trashcan handstands and suckin’ d**k
I mean gettin’ d**k sucked, f**k, you’re messin’ me up
And I’m borderline throwin’ my breakfast all the way up

Ricki-ricki-ricki, brake speed
Who’s in need, motherf**kers can’t see (Munoz)
What? Yo, god damn it!
Po po, low low, four four, pow pow

I’m about to leave you Frieza
All the redneck beaters, F150 and speakers
Blastin’ out of your tweeters off of that new year meter
Chasin’ fat asses with the pinpointed iris linin’

This n***as diamond been shinin’
Till that b*t*h f**ked another n***a neck, twistin’ and ridin’
Finding a good black chick is like gold diggin’ and minin’
Box cutting, dirty wives and old perverts while smiliin’

I’m goin’ crazy off the swazy and now Patrick is dying
Chick asked me how I’m f**kin’ up and said, she told me I’m lyin’
Well you can suck my d**k bick and j*rk it off from behind
When you’re grabbin’ my sack

And I’m ticklin’ the inner side of your hymen
Searchin’ for the thoughts in my mind is like [?]
Send the drones grindin’ low, figure flyin’
I’m just sayin’ bullsh*t like Wayne over sirens

And Logic can lick my nip off with that Def Jam signin’
Don’t think I forgot how you faked in a booth when n***as was rhymin’
I don’t have the bread but at least I’m not stealin’ a n***a stylin’
The boy was going crazy, I’m the underwhelmin’ of wildin’

And so I get on the mic and then Middle Eastern children are dying
I’m the pure bred American with one I in inbred
Forget the bullsh*ts ever had said
I’m jumpin’ off this cliff with lead in my head

And I’m racing all these f**kin spics who try to dump on the feds
And I ain’t down for doin’ sh*t until you hop on my bed
I’m only flickin’ f**kin’ wrists when I’m pu**y and scared
So you can tie that tripwire to the foot of my bed

So when you hop out, I can instantly pronounce your mans dead
B*t*h
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From the album:
Airospace 2020
Release Year: 2020