Burgundy

[Intro: Vince Staples]
'Whats up, nigga? Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little bitch? Whats the problem, man? Niggas want to hear you rap. Dont nobody care about how you feel, we want raps, nigga.'
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
My grandmas passing
But Im too busy tryna get this fuckin album cracking to see her
So I apologize in advance if anything should happen (Cut that bitch off)
And my priorities fucked up, I know it, Im afraid Im going to blow it
And when them expectations raising because daddy was a poet, right?
Talk all you want , Im taking no advice, nigga
Im bout to relish in this anguish, and Im stressing over payment
So dont tell me that I made it, only relatively famous
In the midst of a tornado, misfitted, Im Clark Gable
Im not stable, abrasive as fuck and they all
Pay me, Im chuckling cross-faded in public
Heart racing til blunt is lit like, 'He dont give a fuck again, right? '
[Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt]
'Hey Thebe, nigga, whats up nigga? I heard you back, I need them raps, nigga. I need the verse, I dont care about what you going through or what you gotta do nigga, I need bars, sixteen of em.'
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I dont fuck with too much of yalls shit
Judging by the pants and the mall grip
Gully, in the vans with the dark tints
Im a start-shit type nigga
Night life living
Riding in the Jeep, Imma side-swipe niggas
Whats your life like? Thats alright nigga
Hammer in the left ready when the price isnt
Right got the whip and I aint got the license for it
And Jill got me living like my life is golden
Sitting on the sofa feeling high and dormant
If we could smoke another while the mic records it
The nicest doin it, who the fuck you staring at?
Acting like youve never seen a tooth thats carat -capped
Bars hotter than the blocks where we be at
Stuntin these niggas gon flop like Divac
See that nigga? And for the time being
Imma be that nigga, believe that nigga
You see that nigga? And for the time being
Imma be that nigga, believe that, nigga