Weeks R Months lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Intro]
Yeah
You ever felt like a week felt like a month?
A minute felt like a hour?
A second felt like a minute?
Y'know what I'm saying?
A year felt like ten?
Well, I have
Check it
Uh

[Verse 1]
Weeks are months
Time goin' so slow
Mask and the four-four
Blast from the front door—huh
Gimme some sun so I can grow
I'm makin' it, Mama, I'm finna blow
I'm taking it, Mama, lettin' you know
Treat every song like it's my first show
And every show like it's my first tape
And every tape, like my first date
Makin' somethin' outta nothin': great
The sole controller of my own fate—wait
They don't want me makin' no cake
Bait the fish outta the water and add to the plate
Decipherin' fruits of math, makin' papes
You a hypocrite, check the hypothesis
You hysterical, you n*ggas is novices
What the problem is?
Not the colleges
Peep the sciences
It's no alliances
[Chorus]
Time goin' so slow, it need to speed
I'm stackin' riches for my unborn seeds
Breaking the generational curse of poverty
In this land of devils, in this home of greed
Time goin' so slow, it need to speed
I'm stacking riches for my unborn seeds
Breaking the generational curse of poverty

[Verse 2]
Buyin' up the block and ownin' the property
They tell me hit 'em with that, uhh... hot sh*t
Pass-me-the-Glock sh*t
Lock you out like a locksmith
Fill you with hot sh*t
Miss me with all that nonsense
I don't f*ck with none of them n*ggas
Pick up the chopsticks
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