"rectangle lens" lyrics
Earl Sweatshirt & SURF GANG Lyrics
(SURF GANG, bitch)
We up to feeding off crumbs from off of the plate
They even begin to build up, first you gotta break
Got third-degree burn, went up real quick in the ranks
I learned if it's understood, then I ain't gon' say it
They forecast a summer of bullshit that's on the way
I had to lever a pulley, lift a lil' weight
Had to put a few bushels of it for later
I'm mashin' my motherfuckin' foot down in a Mercedes
They got the white girl at the cookout with 'em today, mm
Couple hundred of nothin', feel numb, it fill up your face
When push come to shove, we makin' their back straight
Like what's really good with us, am I in the way?
I want nothin' for you but fullness, full stop, baby
You gotta get pulled apart before it could start to change
I'm movin' without mistakes throughout the dark place
Know that this ain't love, but I ain't gon' waste it
I'm just gon' give it straight to you, no chaser
Just gave the Amex to my old lady
She came rectangle lenses with gold frames
My heart still a silver, chrome case
I had wide-open gills for the flood-face
Know this shit get realer every day
I know that this ain't love, but that's okay
Yeah
We up to feeding off crumbs from off of the plate
They even begin to build up, first you gotta break
Got third-degree burn, went up real quick in the ranks
I learned if it's understood, then I ain't gon' say it
They forecast a summer of bullshit that's on the way
I had to lever a pulley, lift a lil' weight
Had to put a few bushels of it for later
I'm mashin' my motherfuckin' foot down in a Mercedes
They got the white girl at the cookout with 'em today, mm
Couple hundred of nothin', feel numb, it fill up your face
When push come to shove, we makin' their back straight
Like what's really good with us, am I in the way?
I want nothin' for you but fullness, full stop, baby
You gotta get pulled apart before it could start to change
I'm movin' without mistakes throughout the dark place
Know that this ain't love, but I ain't gon' waste it
I'm just gon' give it straight to you, no chaser
Just gave the Amex to my old lady
She came rectangle lenses with gold frames
My heart still a silver, chrome case
I had wide-open gills for the flood-face
Know this shit get realer every day
I know that this ain't love, but that's okay
Yeah
