Earl Sweatshirt - 20 Wave Caps lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] Look for me Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality High up until the world end, doing 85 in my ride And these n***as hiding, know I'm striding like a giant I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these n***as like a tyrant Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying Know these n***as crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond I know these n***as is finding my progression so uncommon The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the k**er 'dro Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for" Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you n***as didn't know Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho sponsored links [Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt] Doms Doms [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Doms, why they ripping through the packaging to grab the sh**? Shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with New Patterns, and patty-caking with mannequins Cause I don't like my f**ing homies dip, bruh, they all Jaw-slacking, all of 'em awe struck And I ain't got sh** but a pretty b**h and cigar tucks Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks I swear these n***as is f**ing phony, smoking spliffs and that's Prior to arriving to the studio Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady Where you headed with that sh**? And can a real n***a get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles Chef and fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment Run until my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching Full-grown tear type, Ferragamo do-rag With my n***a Travy out in Maui, running two-mans Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherf**ing toucan 20 minutes, burn a f**ing quarter back to two grams But I'm a dip, I know you must have had it with my rude a**