Metaphaurus Raps - FINE (Earl Sweatshirt - Faucet Remix) lyrics

If you don't wanna find yourself, you gotta pay a fine of self Is you lookin for a finer self or what the fine could sell? My Fright of hell ain't as strong as fright of Self Findin wealth and die in health Id rather die in hell Define your wealth Surprise from elves? Blind eyein L's? Pronounce your name beside an El? Spread your arms and roarin like you Michael Phelps? The pride just dwells inside the self beside a well and cries for help Swallow it, but if you don't excrete inside it melds The childish self don't die with eld. You whine n yell or wine n yelp? Pride can help If you tryna dwell Inside your domicile provided by a comfy mind and cell Refine your self Refine your cell Will you chime your knell or Live by a bell? *ring *bell noise If you don't want refinin self you gotta pay a fine of self Your homie co*ky posting all these photo copies Only copies phony posses posting all these photo copies Your chromes in watches Your posts is topless Your frozen noshes Who the f** is postin honest? Posting all this Phony garbage At least my sh** is honest garbage Showin off turns me off days I'm off, my phone is off Self consciousness, unconfidence you hide behind your photo wall Your goal is envy But I only pity Your posts are empty But at least your posts are trending Light for all you tunnel vision monkeys is what phones are screening So quick to bow your heads when your phones is ringing *phone ringing If you don't wanna fight the cell you gotta pay a fine of self Jackin up the price of my soul before I'm jackin up the life of my soul Pastor's son don't like being told so pa** that sh** to the right, don't you know? Be me or be like you, I like you, but f** that I bust raps and cut cla** so f** math you f** nads want none of that Cause dad was cussed at and shunned at, I hugged dad the love had they run that I'll always be above that When sh** the fan is you still a fan?*possible Kendrick sample Kilograms he shouldered it Sinful dad was written as a Christian dad they hold to it. Their holy clique? I'm over it. No bones to pick. Can tell what their motives is by moduses. Their souls are filth These hopeful christians That rewrote the message Made their own religion Shun if you ain't rollin wit em They hope for riches Unaware bout those within em Thankful they got bros that's wit em All them sheep in wolves fittins I'd rather be the black sheep til I'm covered up from head to toe in them black sheets (X2)