ZelooperZ and Earl Sweatshirt - Easter Sunday 97

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 Pad, not pad thai
Fuck with mine, fuck around, be in your pad tight
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 backseat, 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, you takin' off
Taste exhaust from a car motor, taper in the cloth
My day get started, thanks, praises to my God
Then get lost, thoughts savorin', don't take it as a loss
Octavian, the preacher strange as niggas thought
Used to say it's odd, sway the con, I'm twenty-five now
Tryna find a baby moms, times changin', dawg
Chopped and screwed, group home, baby Quad, dice shaking
Dark days ahead, I got a flame to spark, time is racist
Problems all related, they both say the Sun phased at 180
Fuck it, 4/20 blaze it, unravelin' the blunt
Trees breakin', she makin' it a log
Fifty paces in the same place, jog your memory
Cheap mason, we got 'em all, how the bait taste? You waiting in a pond

Tell Dom he wanna turn it down, man
Turn it down Dom
Turn it up

Written by:
Thebe Kgositsile, Walter Williams

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