Easter Sunday (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

When my momma hear this, I know she gon' be feelin' this
Her son make her feel good like photosynthesis
My first fur was brown, just like cinnamon
First bitch was rowdy, but no frown, just tremblin'
All about the melanin, always bring an L in
Always 'bout the racks like Serena and them
He was sellin' dope, not like Karina and them
And my dawg was sellin' wet like Katrina and them

And I be rockin' Westwood like the mascot
I'm a drunk superhero, gotta keep the Hancock
Gotta eat like Kyle Pat, not pad thai
Fuck with mine, fuck around, be in your pad tied
You niggas livin' life with hallucinogens
You livin' life good, it's seducin' me
That nigga too sick, he need some Mucinex
I'm in the back seat, I'm gettin' super neck

Pray Allah hold me, I keep my arms wide open
It's never ever all over, fuck the cost, pay it all forward
We takin' off, you taste exhaust from a car motor, tapering the cloth
My day get started, thanks, praises to my God
Then gets lost, thoughts savorin', don't take it as a loss
Octavian, the future strange as niggas thought
We used to say it's odd, flay the cod, I'm 25 now
Tryna find a baby moms, times changin', dawgs

Chopped and screwed, group home, baby pa, dice shakin'
Dark days ahead, I got a flame to spark, time is racist
Problems all related, they both say the sun phased at 180
Trees breakin', she makin' it a log
50 paces in the same place, jog your memory
Cheap masonry got 'em on
How the bait taste? You wadin' in a pond

Tell Dolly he wanna turn it down, man
Turn it down!
Turn it up!



Credits
Writer(s): Thebe Kgositsile, Robert Mansel
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