Testo Azucar Earl Sweatshirt

Azucar

Petal to the metal, lost flint, it was sugar in my gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
There's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told you these the last days
It's all mine, could have split the last plate
Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped trying
I apologies, and we outta time
Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie
It's a tradition did it my way
No sense of looking at the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live fizzes and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time
Well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it
Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
I piss problems out the bottom
Empty mama said she used to see my father in me
I said I was not offended
Press can navy med, like on the bed
Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it better come prepared
Going it through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like a chair when you floating up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the goal so where I was, lonesome as I was