Luper lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Verse 1]
Ma said, "Wake up son, good morning"
I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn, then
Paused to scratch and itch, and went down to the kitchen
Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson
Just as I was about to dig in
A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, sh*t
I paid my thoughts no attention
'Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this b*tch that just ended it with me
But Mama wasn't havin' it
So I grabbed my bag and split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick
It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean, the harsh truth
She runs sh*t, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe
She's gorgeous, when n*ggas see it, jaws hit the floor, so
When she left, it didn't break my heart it broke my torso
Making my eyes ache, stalking your MySpace
Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say that I f*cking hate you
But
Maybe if you looked in this direction
I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then
Feel the f*cking life rushin' through my body
But you got a guy that's not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy
Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador
You light me up like lamps, a chance is all I'm really asking for
Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more
Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four
[Interlude]
Not like a family of four, just like...
f*ck it
You'll never listen to this sh*t anyways
f*ck you
b*tch
Ugh...

[Verse 2]
She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador
But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple Stores"
The basement light is darkened, the switchblade is sharpened
Her name on my arm and her face on a two-percent carton
See her face while you're fixing your breakfast
And know she's in my basement, objecting to sex with
Me, murder spree surges on with the next b*tch
Tombstones read RIP cause it's pieces they rest in
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