Earl Sweatshirt - Gas lyrics

Im just a wannabe rasta Eatin pasta for these ostrich knees Still go faster than youd want to be Wiley guys is stalkin creeper Peeper tom binocu seers Peakin in that crystal ball Gettin pissed as all sh** As if its all a trick or callin Quits an option missions off Im gettin off a bit when all These kids are fallin victim To the b**hin mad pout I stand out like a clifford dog Wag a tail when i get to ball For now im catchin quails Don draper when the missus call Im poachin all these chickens salt N lick em make a face with bacon Take it off with lyrics from a stainless pot on flames Skin is flakin off Scary drove the benz makin nary Quick a friend There he goes again hangin larrys With the pen Summers owes a debt blankfein marigos and then Dimon time and time again Lies with moynihan As men try and find the time to spend When the moneys all gone Whose alive it will depend Who will fight its all wrong Can't nobody here pretend You can't silence it for long And when we write it like a song And sing it people see that we could Bring it all along and leave an Equaler beingness Not speakin this facetiously its Leakin through the seams as i unravel Travel back to when im speechless Cuz if seein is believin im an atheist Well maybe im the craziest but All ive seen is everythings not what it seems at least lately sh** Hasnt changed since we been bankin on canadians to take us in Century later barely shake a shin You say youre raping takin names Fakin anger why the claim to sin Who made a kid so blatant disrespectful wait check it This was in the wreckage from collectively opressive people Wasn't ready for the Public but f** it they want the rubbish well dump it you s**in Everybodies stomach through That mother f**ing plastic Isnt that a gas trick? When lappin with no stamina Youre cardiac quits Thats a credit card debtor guardin Plethoras of sheckles hard to get em Barred incestual the methods Of the men in charge Mentioned it already back Bars keepin plenty licks Past the bar As if im keepin em a tab From far Yeah it has to be Its why i get up in the lab and rappers Act deceased Its impossible to work with all you possums If you lackin teeth I wanna see em when you speak and Feel em eatin at some meat and know they sink in No shame in these beliefs If reason is okay You lackeys No brain Kobain Go bang When i blow no name On the flow dont claim Its just incredible steady Cookin kettles full of mega bull Mind impregnable Still chillen on my lonley mostly Just a close group of homies Needa keep it on the low key If you know me, you dont owe me A thing Im happy just to be here tryna live in a dream Just practicing my rapping While im pickin a beat So relaxing when i let it go to sh** Then im free No pun intended Seriously no pun intended