Earl Sweatshirt Tourmaline Lyrics

[Intro]
Gots to, gots to

[Chorus]
I'm finna be out
I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me 'round
Everybody wanna be Bowser
I'm throwin' another seed out, the fire comfort me now
Pitch-black tourmaline towers
She found me on the streets, she laughed
Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child
Struggle not a team sport
You're not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute
Stories wasn't unfounded
Multitudes of one, I'm never done, countin' up drowsy
Your son bouncin' through the funhouses
I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out
[Post-Chorus]
Both ears ringin', ears ringin' with your love
Both my ears ringin' with your love

[Verse]
Uh, ghost in the shell, you a hell of a host
We set up a post outside of the settlement with whatever niggas could want
Golden intel, it's heavy to know everything goes, but it's better to
Vestibule lesson, prerequisite be gettin' in the doors
Never lettin' them be sellin' you short, let's get it
I've been in here before, it's been a minute, familiar with it all It's bone-chillin' and a bar for good riddance
The muzzle isn't on the dog
The muscles wouldn't get it from the gods, it's a different feeling
Spirit and heart, that's unrelenting
Evidently to a fault which obviously gon' cause all kind of switchin'
Comin' to my senses

[Chorus]
I'm finna be out
I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me 'round
Everybody wanna be Bowser
I'm throwin' another seed out, the fire comfort me now
Pitch-black tourmaline towers
She found me on the streets, she laughed
Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child
Struggle not a team sport
You're not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute
Stories wasn't unfounded
Multitudes of one, I'm never done, countin' up drowsy
Your son bouncin' through the funhouses
I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out
[Post-Chorus]
Both ears ringin', ears ringin' with your love
Both my ears ringin' with your love