Volcano

Lyrics

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt] 99 problems all gone in that one joint And that neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out Toe-tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet The label don't like mе, but they pay me a grip And you see how his day going by the statе of his wrists Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss Ayy, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch