Domo23 lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Intro]
(I was a mikey) Swag, 2011 (If I was a monkey)
Young n*gga (I would be leanin' to the left)

[Verse 1]
Sick to my motherf*cking tummy (To the left)
b*tch must think I'm a motherf*cking dummy (To the left)
Because I dress bummy, b*tch think I'm broke
b*tch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since bast*rd, (manager) Clancy's my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess sh*t that's weighing on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle, but I've f*cked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me halfway, b*tch I'm going all-in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my n*gga Taco

[Hook]
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
[Verse 2]
So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm p*ssing
You think I give a f*ck? I ain't even stick my di*k in yet (No homo, too soon)
And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still excited like a f*cking newbie
Suck my di*k, motherf*cker, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs
Just to see where my f*cking roof be

[Hook]
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that (Golf Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
[Verse 3]
Wait a Goddamn second
I'm tripping balls, David Beckham
Would fall 'cause sh*t's going down
Just like Rodney King swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons, naming them and aim 'em in One Direction
(wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a Goddamn speaker
Any time you play this sh*t loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
And the grunts of the goddamn cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook suck my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure

[Hook]
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that (Golf Wang
f*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang (f*ck that!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
f*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
f*ck that, Golf Wang
[Outro]
Cut it out!
I said I didn’t want no goddamn lettuce
I don’t want that sh*t
I don’t want your goddamn lettuce [laughter]
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