More songs by Earl Sweatshirt
Description
Engineer, Mixer: Earl Sweatshirt
Lead Vocals: Earl Sweatshirt
Masterer: Mike Bozzi
Producer: Theravada
Programmer: Theravada
Writer: Thebe Kgositsile
Writer: Xenophon Yialias
Lyrics and translation
Original
exonerated i aint dyin on this hill
tonight we dining where?!
tell leonidas i know a place with finer fares
germinate the yeast we got it jumping into pan
flirts with danger we hastily learn how to dance circumstance raised a baby to beast like rain and heat raise a seed into a plant
stonethrowers glass homes keep hiding hands
terse reminders of tha rocky path
gleaning what I can from what I have amassed
the space time continuum bend im stickin with the simple plans
im just a man bars like the rim of the bath live love and laugh its up like hovercraft
have lil buddy relax we on the cutting edge
told u we only doubling back to cover tracks
metal lungies you dont wanna match
the earth mother gave the sun a lap it sat me on my ass
jetlag wakin up to black
money breaking up the caste
outnumbered but we obviously crunch em into stats nobody want the scraps
the low hum of hunger had my stomach singing a song of sadness, wishing that it wasn't flat
Tonight we dining where?!
English translation
exonerated i aint dyin on this hill
tonight we dining where?!
tell leonidas i know a place with finer fares
germinate the yeast we got it jumping into pan
flirts with danger we hastily learn how to dance circumstance raised a baby to beast like rain and heat raise a seed into a plant
stonethrowers glass homes keep hiding hands
terse reminders of tha rocky path
gleaning what I can from what I have amassed
the space time continuum bend im stickin with the simple plans
im just a man bars like the rim of the bath live love and laugh its up like hovercraft
have lil buddy relax we on the cutting edge
told u we only doubling back to cover tracks
metal lungies you dont wanna match
the earth mother gave the sun a lap it sat me on my ass
jetlag wakin up to black
money breaking up the caste
outnumbered but we obviously crunch em into stats nobody want the scraps
the low hum of hunger had my stomach singing a song of sadness, wishing that it wasn't flat
Tonight we dining where?!