All I Need (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright

Booted up now
She couldn't even look in my eye, giving me run rounds
Sharing sentiment when I'm high, quiet for come down
Fatal look, throwing the royal flush out
Spoils plush, I had to go with deluxe
You had to know we was young, my matrimony to drugs
I'm having a hell of runs, I'm married, fell out of love
With caring about the boy
Staring into the sun

And I'm seeing green, my pedigree on the run
Bleed in them sheets, the funds coming in floods
Need everything all at once
The ebb and flow of the pulse
At the peak and the lulls
Whoever he thought he was
Get tested, I feel the rush
Impression just ended up
Forever in hella love

We took the bus wherever the fetti was
Subtle difference 'tween buzzed and twisted
Get hella drunk, and mischievous when I want
A fuckin' chemistry ain't enough
Ascending up through the rungs
Pretentions, you try and tuck
Ain't missing 'em from the sum
Your situation is bugged
Heavy surveillance cover your chest with tape in the truck
Bet we ain't saying nothin'

Obey the hush, no time to meditate on whether stay or to run
Whether to spray or duck
Bet they playin' to lose, you bet we played, and we won

Underestimated, always understated
Couldn't understand, and couldn't fuckin' take it
Branded and emaciated, stranded in the fuckin' basement
Ugly duckling, but still the chicken heads is clucking
But when I fuck 'em, it ain't the same, like, "What's your function?"
No disrespect, but we can't even hold a discussion
I'm disgusted by myself for even tryna rush it
Fuck love, it's myself I need to get in touch with
It's my health I need to get on top of

Covet and fuck the public
I don't need the interruptions
It's interesting how everything that I did is nothing
Compared to what I'm 'bout to come with
Hit 'em up with
Hit they head with concussions
Hit them where it hurt most, when that verse coast it'll crush 'em

High off that Nerds Rope and drunken
Don't need a fur coat to be the flyest in the function
Or the luncheon
I'm fly 'cause I'm fly, you fly 'cause you try, you be frontin'
Dry your eye, whole lot of demons stuck in
Only way to leave them's to confront 'em
Ain't no reason for 'em, that's just life and what it come with

Ah, that's just fuckin' life, fuckin' life, fuckin' life...



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Writer(s): Alan Maman, Thebe Kgositsile
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