Bill

[Intro: Delusional Thomas]

Yeah, yeah

Yo-yo-yo-yo

Um, yeah

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]

And he's still so delusional, stoopin' low as burials at funerals

Fuck the fame, drop a album, dip with the recoupables

My hoodie up, hide my face 'cause I ain't good enough

My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look, she keep that pussy tucked

Now things are lookin' up, recommend the mescaline

Digestin' your intestines with intentions of ascension up

Heavens no, my head is hot 'cause Hell is cold

The bitch I'm smashin' into fashion, but I know the Devil wear a leopard coat

Back when Johnny Carson was dickin' down Dolly Parton

Beg your pardon, this my third life, I'm parkin' on the turnpikes

Searchin' for the circus lights

These demons never worked for Christ

Ain't fuckin' with no churches, we was all about that murder life

Samurai, merk you like you sure I'm nice

Syrup turn to purple Sprite, confirm the shit that we already know

Sick of politickin', as they talkin', tryin' not to listen

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]

I'm a real young goon, real young goon

Real young goon, real young goon

I'm a real young goon, real young goon

Real young goon, I'm a real young goon

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park

So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga

Salty to tee off with us, just know that T brought Vill, and

My nigga, we all itchin' to see you dropped

And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest

Fame fazed him not the slightest, aim stainless at your iris

Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round

That fuckin' little sheisty clown is back in full effect

Little teeny-tiny Sweaty bitin' bitches by the neck

Got my fuckin' dick as long as list of shit I should regret

I'm just a little bit depressed, that's why the winter fit him best

I guess I'm biased to the cold, I mix the Ritalin and sess

Because I like the highs and lows, and I also like the checks

That I'm siphonin' from shows, bitch, and triple six the set (Six-six-six the set)

Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants

Doin' niggas dirty as the motherfuckin' plunger cap

My main and my ex screamin' like it's a habit

I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic

Catch me in your city passive, cleanin' up my shitty act

And bitches say them gritty raps be makin' up for shit he lackin'

Sixes and them kitty cats, that got him missin' Jerry's Thomas

Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic

Very awesome, so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal

Paid and chuggin' forties, you niggas can keep your wine toasted

Noon high, no movin' in that fine dutty-wine motion

Loaded, tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga

[Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt & Bill]

I got candy for niggas

I got panties for niggas

What's good? Uh, yeah

Holla at me

2013 shit, Y'nah mean?

Bought a nigga a purse, I don't give a fuck

What? Bitch (Yeah)

Yeah, uh, bitch (Look)

[Verse 3: Bill]

Fuck these writtens

I don't watch 106 & Park, I skate through your park in my 106s

Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches

You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flickin'

Got the hormones trippin', I'm also drippin'

Daily Bread's tatted on the chest of my torso, and it's

Never gonna fade unlike my eyes, so I go trip like psilocybin

Eyes wider than Ohio

I'm goin' global, what, you ain't a local?

Goin' postal if you think we won't go through what you own, dude

Watch the throne, motherfucker, 'cause we molded you

Older school Most Dope soldier, I got the pro with tools

Me and Clock, we'll get it in like we're supposed to

Just don't act like you know us when you see us gettin' over views

You're older news, I choose to move over you

I watch like a boulder, now I'm colder than a frozen you

You don't know where we're goin', so just hold the news

I never got over fake rappers and the overview

I'm not a rapper, I'm just scoldin' you

So go home, we folded you

Like wallets, I'm just holdin' you

Yeah

[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]

You can't see me, when I'm rollin'

I got the weed, nigga, so I'm swervin'

Niggas know me in the hood

Niggas call me Tina Turner

Roll a dub, nigga

Turnt up, nigga

Weed burnin', bitch nigga

[Produced by Larry Fisherman & randomblackdude]