Earl Sweatshirt - Molasses

^G#m99 problems all gone in that one joint ^F#And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint ^G#mI'm a bubble in the belly of the monster ^F#With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda ^G#mRagged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera ^F#And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run ^G#mThe bags packed, roadside with the thumb out ^F#Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum out ^G#mNomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger ^F#I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do ^G#mKnife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet ^F#The label don't like me but they pay me a grip ^G#mAnd you see how his day going by the state of his wrists ^F#Ya niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like ^G#mWhat the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss ^F#I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga

^F#I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch G#m ^F#We could do this shit all night ^G#mI'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch F#

^G#mYou know me, drugs out, front the telly ^F#I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks ^G#mPack loud as that slap 'cross the belly ^F#What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up? ^G#mI'm at the deli, scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush ^F#Screaming "Saddle up!," like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy ^G#mIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up? ^F#The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor ^G#mThem teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us ^F#Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor ^G#mI'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us ^F#And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with ^G#mStretching out the fifteen I had initially ^F#Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep

^G#mWe could do this shit all night [Hook]