Earl Sweatshirt - Tabula Rasa lyrics

[Verse 1: E L U C I D] Uh, off the strength I'm not as numb as I thought I'm broken links, my circle shrinking smaller Satellite revolve, my core is a cauldron Surrendered orbits Cross-check what's really real and what's performance Speak for self but wondering who else really on it Who's really all in? (Hello) Trouble calling My phone don't ping, I'm buzzed, leave me alone Truth with a stashed pocket for a lie The document is alive, I speak life Every border gets revised if dissolved With the fines what it's charged Haven't made up my mind if I'm assigned to the stars I slide when I walk I'm inside of the funk, trust She want up when it dump, it came from the sludge Involuntary, shooting foundations in studs Tears and snot bubbles, sob puddles I lay in the west spot, listen Let's not conflate, I give what I take It's the hunt, there is the chase Some talk like they never got punched in the face You can't see clearly now, don't come near me Wails of the weary, loop max infinite Draw me closer, damn near intimate [Interlude 1] And I'll give you a kiss Smooch [Verse 2: Billy Woods] The flyest hair, grown and sexy I came through over proofing the plastic Pepsi bottle, security didn't check me Skipped coat check, they playin' the oldies Imma go 'head and get sweaty Plus saved the ten-piece It's hell up in Harlem so meet me 'cross 100 and 10th street If the tree's a bargain, bars that don't really tempt me I'm from where every car foreign and we drive 'em on empty (Zimbabwe) Bury me in a borrowed suit Give my babies my rhyme books but tell 'em "Do you" Give my enemies the good news, time flew We was probably brothers back then like TRU No jerseys, no durags, hard-bottom shoes ni**as tired of the foolishness No disrespect, it's a lotta mids in the room My pack loud, cut right through Kofi Annan in the booth Soyinka in the stu' Sese Seko Mobutu if the DJ play something smooth (Slide on 'em) It's a move, I don't dance but maybe tonight Maybe tonight I don't know her, and I don't even mind if it is the strobe light Live for the living I made chicken late night in my boxers burning up the kitchen She passed out right when I was done fixing I watch reruns in the dark; fingers and lips glistening Ooh, get 'em [Interlude] I'm so damn proud of myself I did this for you, G. Alright? [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] Been to there and back, tall tales tossed to the breeze We keep facts in the midnight wax, family tree sap Light leak through the leaves on familiar tracks I know it's real even when I'm feeling bad Resilient as they built the black She shimmy into the, yeah, that's consent gettin' established You only trash if you trash, I keep it simple and dynamic Trust the passage rites to life's chapters I have to write to find balance This game of telephone massive, I do what I have to with the fragments The madness method rampant these days, I let the panic pass me Featherweight, my heart was straight despite baggage Asymptomatic but I get sick of the delays, faster, faster Practicing practice in what I preach, keep pace The calcium on my teeth fade The streets are blazed with the anger, complacency and deceit create Ice sheet break, I couldn't weak, wait All I could say to the times I couldn't freeze frame, bleak fate You got so much to bleed to clean slate The bag of tricks in my sleeve breaks Southpaw under the North Star, forcing all the league changes Don't sleep baby