Earl Sweatshirt - Photographic Memories lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James] Concrete If I see or hear- Yeah, where we at? If I see you first- Let's get it, what else? [Verse 1: Boldy James] King of the oven mitt, know we run this b*tch A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip Volatile, don't want no problemo with a problem child Ain't cop that sh*t for months, can't come around, ni**as not allowed Cashin' in, always gritted it out, never had a Benz Askin' God, "If this was my last resort, how is that a sin?" (There is no sin) 'Cause if a ni**a would've went with his first mind Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind Born convicted, brave heart, same armored defenses Wraith parked in the trenches, same park on them benches With ARs and extended, sat at the table with spics He changed the label on my sh*t, that's trademark infringement Never forget a face, photographic memory First time I met JAY was at Novo with Black and Emory Run my hood, so this sh*t proceed my reputation You already know what's understood, don't need no explanation Where we at with it? [Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt] I never forget a face You can picture it (Uh) [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] ni**as winnin' Grammys now, five star livin' On the 5 South, jammin' out, Heisman magic Stickin' out an arm and they standin' down, cram it in Stamp and send the package out, Jackson style Something wicked inbound, fast Wind whippin' up disasters in the distant clouds Hit the basement, the moon full at its roundest Wolves howlin', cleared up a couple counts New Challenger growl, blues from the interstate Sorrowfulness and rule, feudal debates The brook blew the game, never knew it was a place Pourin' grapes on the dates, etched on the headstones over the grave In any case, if I seem distant and reserved, then give me space Heavy pinch of herb send me on my way Head of the herd, making sure everyone got a plate Left here disturbed with the look on my face Bet, my spirit spur when I try to wake I got on with no delay, gotta play from lessons learned Got burned when my welcome got overstayed I hold a old and faithful, I know the aim And I know it say somethin' 'bout know your neighbor [Interlude: Roc Marciano] What happened to that old saying? (Yeah, boy) [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Broke generational curses with my cursive (Yup) I understand the game and I know all of the inner workings (I do) The pain run deep, you only see what it is on the surface My b*tch in there squeaky-clean, but the work was sittin' in her cervix (Boofed it) For all the dirt, we might need detergent for cleanin' purpose Bloody money in the machine circlin', the precursor You might've even heard my sneakers chirpin' like Peewee Kirkland Gotta watch where you keep them birds 'cause them people lurkin' (Watch) Feet first, I jump in the deepest current, I'm keepin' it current Let off a hundred clip reoccurrin' and let 'em clean up the urine (Brr) Whip the steering wheel of the Urus, you malnourished (Stop) All this chicken, ni**as came down with salmonella (Woo) Screw the compressor on the TEC, it ain't make a sound like a Tesla This sh*t was loud as a whisper (Shh), the stick spin you round like a Twister Your whip was messed up, plug you out like a cigarette bu*t right out the Fisker Marci