Earl Sweatshirt - Polo Jeans lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] I give no f**s when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead Woke up from a coma poured up a soda, smoked, went back to bed Never thought I'd be such a loner, I tell my b**h that I f**ing own her My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'mma run it over, I'm a f**ing soldier So cold bro f** pneumonia, all my b**hes got love for Sosa I just wanna f** Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried that the lights might k** them Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows, just went through a half ounce of coke Blood pouring all out my nose, don't tell my mom I got a drug problem I'm f**ing high-ly publicized, when the sun go down I come alive Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time Blaow [Hook: Mac Miller] This another motherf**ing 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 I got's this mansion and this potpourri But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper And lately, I don't like sh**, I been inside on the daily Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullsh** As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes I do this sh** out of spite cause there's n***as that overlooked me forever I'm more content with dark and stormier weather Flip the f**ing cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a p**y, p**y Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him With a couple n***as, weighing sess like it's a lot of options 15 on me for soda and swishers And who's the sh**, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser? I'm over b**hes trying to act like I owe 'em a picture Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol Listen, ST was the older initials Been rap game tighter than boa constrictors Rolling stone like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as Disclosing my f**ing home location to total strangers No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink Cashing out off the garments, the artist, f** what you think The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift [Hook: Mac Miller] [Ab-Soul] It's the official drug user Soulo It's Ab-Soul, jack... listen, yo!