Lyrics

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt] Yeah, mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man, like a damn... rapper Ah, man, man It's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller] In '09, we were still on a bus, nigga Before Nak was Deluxe, when I didn't have a brush When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin' I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money Tryna get a few bucks under custody And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers So my kin gully and my skin toughened Thick lens coverin' my eyes now It ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now And if there's a different way to clear my mind out, I need to find out I'm doin' fine now And I don't look as stupid when I talk now And everybody at the show look astounded Posted up drowsy In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it If your tuck's lousy, then you can't sit with us (Nah) Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets And you workin', givin' arm and a leg Say he workin', but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin' Like a long-distance bitch Who you know that's out that's harder than this? Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown Runnin' wild on the route that was picked When the clouds were enshrouded I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again [Chorus: Mac Miller & Earl Sweatshirt] I could drown you with a shallow soul (Uh) Shallow soul, shallow soul You are drinkin' from a shallow soul Shallow soul, shallow soul [Verse 2: Da$h] Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian Just look at the state he's in Yo, yo The most critically-acclaimed slang contortionist That ain't suckin' corporate dick Said it with my balls in grip Other hand got a cork to hit All this Ralph be the sportsmanship Walked in and said I needed all the chips As well as the one on my shoulder Feel like my heart got pneumonia Blunt laced, tell by the odor Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so A generation lost Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost You ain't Superman when that cape is off Just Clark, nigga Sittin' in his high-rise, tryna see the bright side of life, and a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture It's like hard liquor And see, people are books, so you judge a motherfucker by the first page, and a bitch by the back cover But the crime long-sleeved, so the tats covered Real ones, I'm the last brother When they see me on stage They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number Motherfucker [Chorus: Mac Miller & Da$h] I could drown you with a shallow soul (You know, Dolla, so) Shallow soul, shallow soul (So, so, so) You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (So; Yeah) Shallow soul (So; Um), shallow soul (So; Yeah; So) [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Yeah, well Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs? He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (Smoke) Shit was supposed to get me high, why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) And I'm strung out on this dusty couch In a big white ugly house I tell the bitch, "Slow down (Down), stop runnin' your mouth You holdin' my money, just shut up and count," my (Woo) (Count, my) Right nostril hasn't worked in a week Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheik (Servin' for a sheik) Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (Skrrt), yellin' "Play my shit or wake the baby up!" (Wake up) I get it faded, put it back in her labia All my life, I've been afraid of powder All my life, I've been afraid of power, where did all that go? (Gone) The wrong decision always call my phone (Okay) Last Supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones (Uh-huh) I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone That can save me from the war I know Shout out to Soulo (Soul!), and rest in peace Alori Joh The Devil on the other side of this glory hole (Woah) Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat 'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, okay) Woah, look at all these new faces (I see, I see, I see) They comin' on a plane but they're leavin' in suitcases Been a criminal before scales were digital Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (Woah) Hate myself, fuck the strangers (Woo) But the raps are just way too flagrant, so Here I go (Here I go) Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary (Woah, where it's at?) I never been religious, but I feel like the scripture's got it all there, it's not just gypsies and fairies (Fairies) This could be my last breath (Last breath) I'ma take my time (Wait a second, please) 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in, right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind [Chorus: Mac Miller] You are standin' in a shallow soul You are speakin' with a shallow soul Shallow soul I could drown you with a shallow soul (Will you wash your sins with me?) Shallow soul, shallow soul You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (It will set us free) Shallow soul, shallow soul You are standin' in a shallow soul [Outro]