00:00 (Interlude) lyrics
by Earl Sweatshirt
Young artist, is heartless
He feels insignificant
So please pardon
Please don’t harm in
The gods try to arm him
With a strange fruit from a f*cking garden
But he’s so confused
He’s fearing that he’ll lose
He doesn’t know what to do
Which way should he choose?
Suicide watch, blood on my clock
The battles f*cking over like I’m f*cking killing papa doc
The beat stops
It’s beginning to shut down
Apple of her eye
But my windows being shut now
Trapped inside a box
Purchased for a service
Cause I don’t have the service
Of giving more of these verses
With a purpose
So before decomposing
Finish off all my composing
While jimmy burning bush
Not talking moses
Sorry I missed the call
Curtains already closing
Sorry I’m the next victim
That depression has chosen
(Hook) I can’t find my way
Who wants me to stay