Artist: Earl Sweatshirt Album: Earl Song: Luper Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Earl Sweatshirt] Ma said "Wake up son, good morning" I rolled out of bed, greeted momma with a yawn then paused to scratch an 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 shit I paid my thoughts no attention Cause I wasn't tryin to kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me but momma 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 shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe She's gorgeous, when niggaz see it jaws hit the floor so when she left, it didn't break my heart, it broke my torso Making my eyes ache, stalkin your MySpace Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say That I fucking 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 fuckinglife, rushin through my body But you got a guy, it's not me, so my wrist is lookin sloppy C'mon, let's cut the bull like a matador You light me up like lamps a chance is all I'm really askin for Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four Not like a family of four, just like... ahh fuck it You'll never listen to this shit anyways Fuck you~! Bitch [Earl Sweatshirt] 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 and the switchblade is sharpened Her name on my arm and her face on a 2% carton See her face while you're fixingyour breakfast And know she's in my basement, objecting to sex with me murder spree, surges on with the next bitch Tombstones read R.I.P. cause it's pieces they rest in