(Intro)
They landed at plymouth
With a smile on the face (hahaha)
So all I say is keep some sunshine on yo' face (haha)

(Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt)
Yea'
My whole disposition like, fuck who told me to sit' (sit)
Ten toes on the cement, lil' weed in my socks (Uh)
Sittin' through songs to repent, cleanup my thoughts (Nah')
We inna' box seen alot of n***as talk on the bench (Yeah)
Alot of father figures following trends, I ain't involved wit' em'
Lemons like to fall off a cliffs and bring they squad wit' em'
I seen god in the mirror drinking, I tee off when the spirit hit me (mm)
And I don't fear to end it, I feel the envy (Yeah)
I listen to my past when it whisper to me
Half of it makes since, my n***a half of it riddles to me
Moses wit' a makeshift staff sending ripples through ya'
And through the land, and the river been the plan but
When I go to grab it, it slither out my hand so (Out my hand)
On my hand, I've been handling business
Kinda' sad but, momma tell me man up (My n***a)
But, now i'm popeye with the anchor tached' inna' (?)
Finna' spazz onna' n***a if I have to (Uh Huh)
Wrist takers no satan, new dance moves (Moves)
It could be ya' last move
Hard to see the glass half full (Half full)
When ya' half full, Wrist danglin' like black fruit (mhm)
N***a (Uh)
(Bridge)
How yall feel out there (Uh)
Feel out there
How yall feel out there (Uh)
Feel out there

(Verse 2: DXGXN)
Yea'
I've been seeing demons inside my closet lately
Tellin' me to join em' and talk to em'
Man that shit was crazy
I had a conversation with devil and angel whose on my shoulder
They tell me that my mental state is sorta' out of order (Out Of Order)
It's okay
I'll see the fuckin' problem when i'm older
Til' Then, I gotta' big bitch names crayola like a color book
Walkin' thru' the halls of my school feel like throwin' up
I ain't talking gang signs man, I'm talking uvula
What's the point of growing up
When I ain't even grown enough
I ain't gotta' job nor' no money, guess I fucked it up
I ain't gotta' four leaf clover guess i'm out of luck
I ain't gotta' ford nor' a chevy guess i'm out of truck
I ain't gotta care in the world guess i'm out of fucks

(Verse 3: DXGXN)
Yea'
I've been seeing demons inside my closet lately
Tellin' me to join em' and talk to em'
Man that shit was crazy
I had a conversation with devil and angel whose on my shoulder
They tell me that my mental state is sorta' out of order (Out Of Order)
It's okay
I'll see the fuckin' problem when i'm older
Til' Then, I gotta' big bitch names crayola like a color book
Walkin' thru' the halls of my school feel like throwin' up
I ain't talking gang signs man, I'm talking uvula
What's the point of growing up
When I ain't even grown enough
I ain't gotta' job nor' no money, guess I fucked it up
I ain't gotta' four leaf clover guess i'm out of luck
I ain't gotta' ford nor' a chevy guess i'm out of truck
I ain't gotta care in the world guess i'm out of fucks
(Outro)
Landed at plymouth
With a smile on the face
So all I say is keep some sunshine on ya' face (Haha)