[Verse 1]
My grandma's passin'
But I'm too busy tryin' to get this fuckin' album crackin' too see her
So I apologize in advance if anything should happen
And my priorities fucked up, I know it
And I'm afraid I'm gonna blow it
And them expectations raised because daddy was a poet, right?
Tuck all you want I'm takin' no advice
Nigga, I'm about to relish in this anguish
I'm stressin' over payment, so don't tell me that I made it
Only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado
Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable
Abrasive as fuck and they all pay me
I'm chucklin', cross-faded in public
Heart racin' so blood is leaked, like I don't give a fuck again, right?
[Verse 2]
I don't fuck with too much of y'all shit
Judging by the pants and the ball grip
Only in the vans with the dark tints
Start shit type nigga
Night life livin'
Ridin' in the jeep, I'mma side-swipe niggas
What's your life like? It's aiight nigga
Camping in the left, Freddie what's the price of it?
Ridin' with the whip and I ain't got the license for it
Jill got me lookin' like my license molded
Sittin' on my sofa feeling high and dormant
If we could smoke another one, it might be [?]
Pass it to you, what the fuck you starin' at?
Acting like you've never seen a piece of scared cat
Bars hotter than the blocks we be at
Stunt on these niggas, they flop like Divac
These niggas don't floss for the time being
See that nigga? [?] I'mma be that nigga
Believe that nigga, you see that nigga?
For the time being I'mma be that nigga, believe that nigga
My grandma's passin'
But I'm too busy tryin' to get this fuckin' album crackin' too see her
So I apologize in advance if anything should happen
And my priorities fucked up, I know it
And I'm afraid I'm gonna blow it
And them expectations raised because daddy was a poet, right?
Tuck all you want I'm takin' no advice
Nigga, I'm about to relish in this anguish
I'm stressin' over payment, so don't tell me that I made it
Only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado
Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable
Abrasive as fuck and they all pay me
I'm chucklin', cross-faded in public
Heart racin' so blood is leaked, like I don't give a fuck again, right?
[Verse 2]
I don't fuck with too much of y'all shit
Judging by the pants and the ball grip
Only in the vans with the dark tints
Start shit type nigga
Night life livin'
Ridin' in the jeep, I'mma side-swipe niggas
What's your life like? It's aiight nigga
Camping in the left, Freddie what's the price of it?
Ridin' with the whip and I ain't got the license for it
Jill got me lookin' like my license molded
Sittin' on my sofa feeling high and dormant
If we could smoke another one, it might be [?]
Pass it to you, what the fuck you starin' at?
Acting like you've never seen a piece of scared cat
Bars hotter than the blocks we be at
Stunt on these niggas, they flop like Divac
These niggas don't floss for the time being
See that nigga? [?] I'mma be that nigga
Believe that nigga, you see that nigga?
For the time being I'mma be that nigga, believe that nigga
About Burgundy
Produced by Pharrell, this song is off of Earl Sweatshirt’s second album Doris. Pictures were released earlier of Pharrell and Earl working in the studio, and this was one of the products of that session. More forthcoming tracks from that session were hinted at like the song Feet (currently unreleased).
