"Tour De France" lyrics
Earl Sweatshirt & SURF GANG Lyrics
(SURF GANG, bitch)
Damn, they sold me upstream, baby
We do it humongous, babe
Couple sold out shows on the London dates
I see a dysfunction, baby
Please don't leave, don't want you to change
The weather somewhere in the upper eighties
Gang EBK on the summer stage
Number one 'til my son replace me
Couple things is clearer than day
It was me who carried the weight
Should I leave or should I—
Uh, should I leave or should I stay?
Should I leave it, should I take it?
It's a reason for me to be angry
Play with the few, you in danger
Okay, I see what you sayin'
Smokin', might need an inhaler
Bad bitch, the feelings too fatal
Attraction is a understatement
That advance went under the table
Five hundred cash like I hit on a leg
Had to be strong, not imaginin' shit
I'm gettin' [?] get tatted by sis, huh
Had to re-pose, left with my swag and they had a fit, huh
Every toe don't get tagged, that shit is open-ended, huh
Every stone ground in sand, choppers is overhead
Started a wave like Joy Division
I took a plate before I dipped, huh
I make 'em wait for this shit
You name it, I did it like Florida man
I'm runnin' through cities, on tour again
This shit feel like the Tour de France
I'm hoggin' the road, the way I'm starin'
I'm dodgin' the morgue, I'm dodgin' the pen
Got a lil' morsel, one content, huh
(SURF GANG, baby)
Damn, they sold me upstream, baby
We do it humongous, babe
Couple sold out shows on the London dates
I see a dysfunction, baby
Please don't leave, don't want you to change
The weather somewhere in the upper eighties
Gang EBK on the summer stage
Number one 'til my son replace me
Couple things is clearer than day
It was me who carried the weight
Should I leave or should I—
Uh, should I leave or should I stay?
Should I leave it, should I take it?
It's a reason for me to be angry
Play with the few, you in danger
Okay, I see what you sayin'
Smokin', might need an inhaler
Bad bitch, the feelings too fatal
Attraction is a understatement
That advance went under the table
Five hundred cash like I hit on a leg
Had to be strong, not imaginin' shit
I'm gettin' [?] get tatted by sis, huh
Had to re-pose, left with my swag and they had a fit, huh
Every toe don't get tagged, that shit is open-ended, huh
Every stone ground in sand, choppers is overhead
Started a wave like Joy Division
I took a plate before I dipped, huh
I make 'em wait for this shit
You name it, I did it like Florida man
I'm runnin' through cities, on tour again
This shit feel like the Tour de France
I'm hoggin' the road, the way I'm starin'
I'm dodgin' the morgue, I'm dodgin' the pen
Got a lil' morsel, one content, huh
(SURF GANG, baby)
