Molasses

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
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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