E. Coli (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

You see the, the songs, they're

Are, it's what I do

Just, just write the songs and sing them

Therefore, it's all pure feeling when we're playing

It's complete honesty

But if you can place the origin of your fear, it will disappear

My thoughts, dreams, plots, and my schemes

That's what's on my mind when I toss in my sleep

My heart like my pen when I jot and it bleed

My cart full of sin, when I shop, it's a spree

I got some new leaves, I'm like, "What's the word with you, sir?"

You just moss on a tree, I'm not concerned with you

I leave the curb when I'm crossing the street

I'm watching out for the Mark of the Beast

The badge on the policeman, black carpenter pants

A half ounce in 'em, another half ounce in my fleece

And on account of this, go 'head and count me out of this

I'm out with the breeze

I'm dodging county, it's a thousand degrees

It's back alley shit, my ****, look

My eyes wide open, I'm sleepy, I'm on a highway

Paul Giamatti, a **** was sittin' sideways

A bubble and a Skully when traveling through the Tri-state

And trouble play the gun, hear it clap and it make my mind race

Back and forth, I place fourth, keep your torch

Got your morsels on my plate, motherfucker

I wasn't born, mama snatched me off the motherfucking stork on a Friday

Say that shit to my face

If you listen sometimes, you can, you can get a whole conversation full of people talking

Two bars and a song sometimes

For me, knowledge is everything, I learned something, that makes me

Still learning?

Yeah

I learned my whole life

I learned something the last time