เนื้อเพลง 20 Wave Caps - Earl Sweatshirt

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Look for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
High up until the world end, doing 85 in my ride
And these n*ggas hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these n*ggas like a tyrant
Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
Know these n*ggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
I know these n*ggas is finding my progression so uncommon
The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode
Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows
My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you n*ggas didn't know
Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

[Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt]
Doms
Doms

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Doms, why they ripping through the packaging to grab the sh*t?
Shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
New Patterns, and patty-caking with mannequins
Cause I don't like my f*cking homies dip, bruh, they all
Jaw-slacking, all of 'em awe struck
And I ain't got sh*t but a pretty b*tch and cigar tucks
Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
I swear these n*ggas is f*cking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to arriving to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
Where you headed with that sh*t?
And can a real n*gga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
Chef and fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching
Full-grown tear type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my n*gga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherf*cking toucan
20 minutes, burn a f*cking quarter back to two grams
But I'm a dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass