Earl Sweatshirt
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Late for everything, my face to the cement
That's how I seen it
I spend it faded-anemic
You could see it in my face, I ain't been eatin', I'm just wastin' away
Looks like the way the River Phoenix gonna end up my fate
And when they drag me out the gutter, mail my ashes to my mother
Twist the spliff if I don't finish my plate
Still perform some for my nickels and change, my mental was caged
The precedent been the feeling the same
Shared sentiment when pen hit the page
As of lately; botchin every bitch up in my space
I'm lookin' different with age
I try to make some shit out my brain
But I'm stuck in a tar pit of my ways