Earl Sweatshirt - The Star Room lyrics

[Produced by RandomBlackDude] [Intro: Delusional Thomas] Hallelujah, thank God I have a future Praying I don't waste it getting faded Cause I'm smoking *censored* 'til I'm coughing up tar Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar I don't act hard, I still read Babar Tripping out, looking at a bunch of Google map stars sh**, they got a app for... that [Verse 1: Mac Miller] But me, I'm still trapped inside my head It kinda feel like it's a purgatory So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me Think I'm living paradise, so would I have to worry 'bout? Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure Find the perfect style Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love All these backfires of my experiments with d** And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form The difference between love and war inform me I'm above the norm But, give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts Rhyming like it's summertime on asphalt, hot Haven't picked a major label, think I'm blackballed I still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice? I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice And I don't know what I'm running from, but I'm running still I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothing real I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a f**ing deal Money k**s, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove So, if you ain't talking 'bout some money I'mma send you home Unconventional, special but unprofessional Adolescent expression that's letting me meet these centerfolds As troubles fill my mind capacity, I let 'em go If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow That's just me all wilding out and being extra doe [Verse 2: Mac Miller] And if God was a human, it'd be yours truly, watching horror movies With some foreign groupies, thinking this decor suits me I do d** to get more loopy, I'm in tune To ancient jujitsu spirituals, it's blissful Looking out as far as eyes can see I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet I think I'm JFK's final speech They try a**a**inating all of my beliefs But I'm asleep so whisper to me for some peace of mind And he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine Twenty thousand on my watch cause I needed time If y'all would leave me the f** alone, that'd be divine Can't decide if you like all the fame Three years ago to now, it's just not the same I'm looking my window ashing on the pane sh**, wonder if I lost my way [Verse 3: Delusional Thomas] Don't you ever wanna hide away Poseidon triumph in the eyes of rain Won't give a f** about tomorrow if I die today I'll greet the devil with a smiling face sh**, that God fellow may reside in space As, time's a wasting I'm freebasing with Freemasons My girl's switching the locks, the keys keep changing Dreaming of places, my own personal creations If there's a party in heaven I plan to leave wasted Retracing my steps way back to Biblical times We-we all gon' end up meeting at the finishing line [Outro: Mac Miller] And these words that I command you today shall be in your heat And you shall teach them diligently to your children And you shall speak of them when you sit at home And when you walk along the way, and when you lie down And when you rise up, I am the lord, your god