Polo Jeans (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

Yeah, no fucks when I go nuts Give no fucks when I go nuts 'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa Yeah I give no fucks when I go nuts 'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, dead Woke up from a coma Poured up with a soda, smoked, went back to bed Never thought I'd be such a loner I tell my bitch that I fuckin' own her My neighbor's daughter just got a dog I'ma run it over, I'm a fuckin' soldier So cold, bruh, fuck pneumonia All my bitches got love for Sosa I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta Then disappear in Southern California Strung out 'til the night, I'm chillin' Everybody worried that the lights might kill 'em Uh, feel ya sight slippin' Long lines of those white women I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows Just went through a half ounce of coke Blood pourin' all out my nose Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem I'm fuckin' highly publicized When the sun go down, I come alive 'Cause the guns go off in the summertime Guns go off in the summertime, blaow This another motherfuckin' rap song Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long Spent all my cash on a broken dream Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Whoa La, la, la, la Polo, Polo, Polo La, la Polo, Polo Polo, Polo La, la Polo, Polo La, la I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily Gettin' wasted as the time that I'm spendin' high and sedated I'm puttin' five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit As soon as it's flashin' lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes I do this shit out of spite 'cause there's niggas that overlooked me Forever, I'm more content with dark and stormier weather Flip the fuckin' cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better But here's a toast to your efforts And don't approach me with nothin' that isn't money or breakfast I'm close to chokin' a pussy, pussy Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him With a couple niggas, weighin' sess like it's a lot of options 15 on me for soda and swishers And who's the shit, a bag of chips and a colon decleanser? I'm over bitches tryna act like I owe 'em a picture Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol Listen, S.T. was the older initials Bend rap game tighter than boa constrictors Rollin' stone like a boulder ravin', I'm so impatient and goin' dumb As disclosin' my fuckin' home location to total strangers No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink Cashin' out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think The sky'll turn black and the carriers could pick And my flesh, when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift This another motherfuckin' rap song Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long Spent all my cash on a broken dream Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Whoa La, la, la, la Polo, Polo, Polo La, la (it's an official) Polo, Polo (drug user) Polo, Polo La, la (solo) Polo, Polo (it's Ab-Soul, you can check, listen) La, la (yo!) Yeah