Molasses Teclado

	  

Intro:  


verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt 

G#m 
99 problems all gone in that one joint 
F# 
And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint 
G#m 
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster 
F# 
With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda 
G#m 
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera 
F# 
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run 
G#m 
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out 
F# 
Toe tagged, don't gag, fag, spit your gum out 
G#m 
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger 
F# 
I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do 
G#m 
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet 
F# 
The label don't like me but they pay me a grip 
G#m 
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists 
F# 
Ya niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like 
G#m 
What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss 
F# 
I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga 

Hook: RZA 
G#m  
F# 
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch 
G#m 
F# 
We could do this shit all night 
G#m 
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch 
F# 

verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt 

G#m 
You know me, drugs out, front the telly 
F# 
I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks 
G#m 
Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly 
F# 
What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up? 
G#m 
I'm at the deli, scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush 
F# 
Screaming "Saddle up!," like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy 
G#m 
If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up? 
F# 
The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor 
G#m 
Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us 
F# 
Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor 
G#m 
I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us 
F# 
And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with 
G#m 
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially 
F# 
Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep 

Earl Sweatshirt/RZA 

G#m 
We could do this shit all night 

Hook