Earl Sweatshirt - Faucet lyrics

Chef Sweaty braising your faculty
Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing
That's the trace of me nigga
Fuck out my face while I'm thinking
Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute
My days numbered
I'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em
I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards
It's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with
Just trying to see an end and some steadier hands
Who you callin' your mans
Bet you thought he was solid
When he really just sand
Washing away with the water
I'm a land mammal
Staying away from the altar
Shit changed in the August
In the wake of that August
Last autumn the leaves fell
And I raked in the profit
Disobeying the doctor
The good guy prescribe, faith they never caught 'em
Chasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucet

[x2:]
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
When I run, don't chase me

Solid, so the funds don't phase me
On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists
As hard as finding me a, a common thread between us
Raised different, my momma, she born readily
To get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety
Sayin' easy and doing harder when you get caught up
Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I’m a fluid brawler
Rain checkin’ on ya product, never (im)'pressing papa
Out the toaster, I gotta focus on my family problems
Shrunk and widened up with the bumps in my personal finance
It hurt cause I can’t keep a date or put personal time in
A reverse of the times when my face didn’t surprise you
Before I did the shit that earned me my term on that island
Can’t put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket
Shit in a pile, never change, I’m stupid for tryin’
Still this nigga too busy wildin’

[x2:]
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
When I run, don't chase me